By Anthony Muchoki , originally published 2005.
His wild beard looked at me while his roving eyes were jumping all over my body dethroned of all my clothes. Like a trapped cat, I was standing in front of him trying to hide my womanhood with my hands. I could see his mouth like a timber-saw moving up and down cutting my flesh. He barked at me, “Are you listening?” he shocked me back to the current world.
I looked at the sordid room, hot, smelly, ghostly large, with huge furniture. In the middle there was something that made my hopes die. There was a larger than life sculpture of a penis. He saw me looking at it and grinned. The room was now reverberating. I was spinning and I felt I could die any moment. But no! I was not ready to die. I could not bear the thought of leaving my son.
I had come here willingly like a goat that takes itself to a slaughterhouse. The moment I accepted his ten million, the die was cast. Earlier, in the day we had gone to his bank. He had withdrawn the amount from his account and driven me to Amora Avenue to deposit the money in my account. I did not count the fat notes. I just dropped them to the teller. She looked at me in awe. My account had never held more than 20 000/- ever since I opened it. All the 30 years of my life I had never seen such money let alone owning it. Ten million!
When he handed the notes to me, I felt power moving all over my body. I felt like a king and not like the floppy queen I used to be. I felt as if I was in charge of the whole world. I could have fought any king and won. The world was a paradise. The world was mine. And I would give it to my son. Oh, my son. I was so thrilled. Ecstasy was what I felt. But this was only for a second. I knew I was going to pay for the money. Boy, I did not want to think of the prize.
As my mind was wondering from hell to heaven and back to earth, the teller was still counting the chums. She told me to go in the waiting room; she would call me as soon as she was through. My legs as if in a trance carried me to the next room written “waiting room” on the door of which was. I entered and sat down. Lying on the ground was somebody’s belt, which at first I thought was a snake. In fright I yelled for help, and the other people who were in the room shook their heads in bewilderment.
As soon as I sat down four policemen stepped in. They ordered everybody to get out of the room except me. Pointing their guns at me, they ordered me to put up my hands. I froze. In mortal fear I fell down towards one of them. I heard a gunshot. I blacked out.
Very far away I could hear noises. And slowly I came to only to find my hands bound. I was under arrest. My heart iced over all again. They questioned me on how I had got the money. I told them to go outside the bank where the devil, my man was waiting for me, the one who had given me the cash.
We went to him. They questioned him. When they realized they were dealing with a Member of Parliament and a government minister. They chickened out and released me.
I went back to the bank and complained bitterly to that lady teller who had called the police. I abused her and told her to go and roast in hell or quit banking and change profession and be a fat policewoman. If I had somewhere else to take the money I would have done it there and then. I felt like jumping on that girl and like a leopard devouring her face and blacken her with claws all over. I would have killed her for no prize. After all I had already sold myself to the devil. I might as well get killed in the next few hours or else… I brushed off the thoughts. I had been paid for services not yet provided. My hour of reckoning was now.
“God will I ever be able to face my son again? Will my life be the same ever again?” I made the sign of the cross.
“Holy Mary, help me. I have done this for my son. If I die, help my son. Please Mary. Mother of Jesus please protect my son,” I prayed holding my rosary as I left the bank.
I started feeling some semblance of calm and some peace washing down my body and soul. Mary would understand me. Only Mary would. I knew what I was going to do. I was resolute and confident now. Mary was with me. She would stand by my side. I felt tears of ecstatic joy flow down my cheeks as I went towards his car.
We went to his bedroom. My hair stood alert. My eyes danced in apprehension. I saw my life ending horribly. What would this beast do to me? I was sure it would be something very bad. My link had told me that he was a sadist but very generous.
Molesting women who were willing to undergo the ordeal in his hands for huge payment was his hobby.
“You might end up maimed for life though very rich. So count your cards before you decide your fate – poverty the rest of your life, or endless sexual cruelty for one day,” the link had sordidly warned me. I had decided to choose riches and pay the price.
The room was getting too hot. I was sweating but my heart was freezing. I looked at him. No I could not see him. I saw a weird monster. In fright of death, I smiled at him and it had a chilling effect on him. It disarmed him. For a moment something like smile appeared from his face that was a mask of cruelty. I did something unimaginable.
I went and kissed his beard and wild nose. He could not believe it. He was lost for words. No, I had decided that I was going to kill him. So with fear of death I could act now. I removed his clothes. I was going to be in control.
I needed time to plan. No, I was not going to allow him to rape me as much as I had accepted his chums. So I mustered my sexiest, sweetest voice. I pleaded with him, cajoling him and working on his man until he rose up. Then I pleaded with him:
“Give me two weeks and I would be ready for you, as of today am suffering the ways of women.” I’m not sure if he heard me. The man was mad. He had believed that his man would never wake up, apart from when he was raping. I made him rise up. He was so happy.
He was a minister. But Mother Nature had denied him the beauty of naturality… He was petrified, and excited. He called me his angel. But now I was sure I’d never let him inside me. Never. At whatever cost, even my own life. Never. At that moment I thought myself worth more than all the money in the world. Whatever he had paid me was nothing.
“Nothing,” I shouted at him.
He did not hear me. He could not believe his good fortune.
“Think about what I will tell you, please. I don’t have to cause you the pain I had intended. Marry me please, you will have my life and all that I have,” he told me.
“Give me one month to put my things in order, then we can try marriage,” I said. I was sure I would never marry the devil. I hatched a plan. My link was the person I would put on fire. I was very happy I was not the one to kill the bastard. After all murder is murder no matter what. One month, I would be gone with my son thousands of miles away to another continent, where the beast would never find us.
At around noon I got an idea.
“If you want to marry me, I want you to give me another ten million so that I can settle my debts,” I told him. I was still holding his man who was alive and kicking, smoothly massaging him. The beast was expanding in pleasure. The more than 50 women he had raped and made rich none had ever made him to feel so good. He would never let me go, he said. He asked my name. I lied that my name was Phiris. We went to the bank again. He gave me not ten million but twenty. Here I was a woman worth every penny in the world. He dropped me in the house of the link lady.
“I want her back one month from now without fail, if she doesn’t come back I will kill you,” the beast told the link lady. He drove off.
One week later I was in Europe with my son. I called the link lady and told her I would never sleep with the beast.
“I was ready to murder him. Get the rap or run away. You should not allow the devil to kill you,” I told her. When finally I told her I was in another continent, never to return to Randiera she just collapsed in fear. The beast would kill her despite having linked him with so many women he had raped and made rich, I thought.
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