The Beast
"Hmm...hmm," a masculine voice mumbled from behind causing me to turn around. I couldn't put a recognition to his face. He looked way too honest and figured out to be someone I knew. Yes! My life comprised of threads of terrible people inextricably interwoven together so forgive me if I couldn't put a name to his face.
"I am Willman," he said, his face spreading into a granite grin. He extended an arm but I couldn't clutch mine into his. Not that i went about shaking hands with people. I'd better be careful!
"Errm...," I started, reluctant to speak, and struggling to find the right words to say.
"Rosemary," I finally mumbled out smiling sheepishly.
The first time I had had the temerity to smile, though sheepishly.
"I came here with a couple of friends to share a few bottles, you know..." he continued, staring directly into my eyes causing me to flinch occasionally, uncomfortable..
"I couldn't help but notice you sitting all to yourself," he said grinning like a cheshire cat.
I wondered what was so smile-inducing. He was either a sociopath who thoughtlessly gave in to the inclination that he could get laid by me or some stranger who was on a sojourn from his true thoughts. Anyhow he used the same lines as every guy! Could guys be more monotonous? It's always the same lines; same lies passed down through baskets of generations. If only one person could change it, I'd marry that man, but that was a pipe dream.
"Well, I don't find it particularly startling if that's what you mean," i shot back gaining confidence from my realization that he was nothing more than another guy on the hunt for any breathing feminine soul, cute.
"Oh please," he said rolling his eyes. I couldn't help but be aghast by the way smiles lined themselves up on his face. It was like they were dexterously etched there by some supernatural being, Satan i bet.
"Let me have the pleasure of making your night a tad better," he said begrudgingly.
Who said i needed saving? Guys said it! Guys! Guys! Such caring creatures with unparalleled foresight!
However his apparent caring nature was enough to make me smile,again. Maybe he had other plans for me or maybe not, anyhow he had already made my night. I had never met anyone who made me feel like he did. Maybe he decided to remove his pantaloon of masculine lies and put on something more tender and sweet just so he could get laid or he naturally was that sweet. Then again I couldn't shake the feeling that a sinister lurked behind those godly eyes; a devil was roaring inside of him; one he couldn't wait to unleash if I gave in.
As i took gazillion years to gather my thoughts on whether to allow Mr.Let-me-save-your-night to actually try saving my night he nudged in, again:
"Pretty trust me you won't regret this, just a few soft drinks, on me Ofcourse."
Of course it would be on him, after all I didn't ask for any grand show of generosity. What he chipped in halfway through my gathering of thoughts was the nail in my coffin, I gave in, not so easily albeit.
"Okay okay," i said rising up from my seat, "Just a bottle of any soft drink and I'd be done." I whispered into his ears as i passed by him, brushing my feminism against him.
'Why did i do that?! Goodness no wonder they think so lowly of women! He would think me a slut of some sorts.' The words kept rumbling on in my mind like drums at a village festival.
When I got to his seat, I was almost taken aback by his friends' unyielding stares. Never had I seen guys who stared so lamely! They stared like basic school kids who had seen Amber Rose in steaming hot red bikinis.
"Errm guys," he said using his eyes to communicate whatever coded message which was comprehensible between the four of them. Whatever it was, the effect was very immediate because the aftermath of his coded gestures was a plump of well-organized guys who didn't stare suffocatingly at me. Well I couldn't push the fact that it made me feel like a "woman"under the radar.
A woman is one who gets stared at whether sensually or not, because she looks, speaks and smells like a real woman not some slut on the hunt for money.
"This is Rosemary," he said staring at me again, showering his captivating smiles on me.
I felt an electricity shoot down my spine. Gosh!
"Hello Rosemary," they said in unison like a methodist choir. After all preliminary activities were checked out, I made my order for a soft drink and they took whatever. Well as much as I knew it wasn't a soft drink, alcoholic it was.
As we chatted, I felt more and more enthused by each story he told. I liked the fact that he seemed to have his male team sucking up to him, a man who commanded such respect from his equals was a rare breed.
Minutes passed, the clock ticked and tocked but I couldn't be less bothered as i was engrossed in his life stories. He had spent almost an hour taking me through everything he had done up until the time he sat at the bar sipping on some hopscotch. As he spoke i couldn't help but notice how he occasionally bit on his pink lips. I must confess it made me want to bite on them as well. His lips were like steaming hot saucages served at the beach on scorching sunday afternoons.
Before I realized it was half an hour past midnight and almost everybody but the two of us were at the bar. I had no idea how his friends left: coded masculine disappearance. Suddenly he zoned out of staring at me, checked his glistening watch and stood up.
"It's very late," he said, " you must be all tired out now. Let me take you home," he offered.
'Hey hey slow your roll, what do you mean by take me home?! Oh so you feel like you have gotten yourself a slut so you want to take her home and have her do your bidding, right?! So much for a guy who spent the last five hours talking about his life! Thought you were different, thought so!'
I could have said that but instead the stupid feminine weakness in me, spoke in my behalf,
"Okay," I muttered.
I was all sucked out from talking or listening unceasingly for the last five hours. I sure needed a sleep. But where would I go? I had no home! I had lost my job early on in the day, and my boyfriend whom I trusted so much had stolen the little money I had and made away with it. How was I going to tell him, my life was so disjointed that I didn't even have a home.
"Nope, I would let him drop me off in front of one of those luxurious hotels so that he wouldn't think less of me." I said to myself.
As we walked out of the bar, he held on tightly to my hand, rubbing them gently but sensually. He had his ways, I must have contemplated giving him a chance if he asked nicely, after four or five dates, ofcourse. I was no slut!
The neighbourhood was very quiet and understandably so because it wasn't everyday that you got people creating all sorts of ruckus in a Ghanaian neighbourhood, especially not after midnight.
They slept like newlyweds after a very hot honeymoon make out and left the vulnerable ones to the tender mercies of masculinity.
He led me to his car, opened the door by the driver's for me like a gentleman would, rubbed his hands against mine again and then left to take his seat, relieving.
When he started the car, he stared at me again and said in a very low tone piercing tone which carried shards of intoxication that peered into me:
"Let's enjoy the ride, the breeze is amazing."
Indeed the breeze was amazing. The feeling of the cold night air brushing past my every feminine groove couldn't be described in any way. I felt content, happy and figured out. It was the first time I felt like a woman or should I say, the first time someone had made me feel like a woman. He didn't ask for anything in return, none that I knew of. His gestures weren't beyond the walls of friendship either.
'God thank you so much for sending my saviour when I needed him most!' The words echoed loudly in my head and then faded away little by little, and note by note until it was no more, leaving me to drift off to sleep while my knight drove on.
My eyes shot open in a speck of a second but then blurred off again. Something stung my eyes bitterly making it almost impossible for me to keep my eyes open for the passing of 60 seconds. My first inclination was: I was in my knight's room. But my inclination was defeated when I realized that a white bulb which hanged from the ceiling glistened stingily above me. I wasn't in my knight's room. Where was I ? I cringed at the preceeding thought. "God you wouldn't be so cruel, you wouldn't ask my Knight to leave me here and drive off, would you?" I thought as I was beset with scores of questions. My heart thumped loudily in my chest, I thought my boobs would fall off. I couldn't put any recognition to the room just as i couldn't put any to Willman's face when i first saw him.I had been played by a duo of mysteries: first some random guy I knew nothing about and some abandoned house which looked like an alkaeda slaughterhouse. In the midst of the avalanche of thoughts which occupied my mind, I felt a certain trickle of fluid on my thighs; red and sticky fluid. Oh my goodness! Blood blood! I couldn't scream for fear that I would alert whoever was charged with keeping ne hostage. Had I been raped? The question seemed way to heavy for me to ask but i asked anyway. My heart sunk at the thought of "rape". My clothes were all saggy about me, the ponytail which held my hair in position was no more as my hair sprawled about my face, and tricklets of blood cascaded down my womanhood. I didn't need a rocket scientist to tell me that I had been taken advantage of: raped by my white knight. He could have asked nicely, maybe I would have allowed him but instead he took advantage of my tenderness and vulnerability as a woman.
It all became clear to me that everything he did was a show he put up just to get into my pants; well he got into it very bitterly and beastly. Under the smiles, the caring rubs, the gentlemanliness and everything he did, a beast muffled viciously. When I was knocked out by sleep and utterly vulnerable, he unleashed the beast in him on me.
Please forgive the poor spacing.
Thanks for the read.
Image source : pixabay
I want us to remember that raping a girl is the worst thing ever; taking advantage of someone because they are momentarily vulnerable? It doesn't get worst than that! I entreat us to keep our wits about us so that we dont feel tempted to dabble into the inhumane act of raping someone
Credit to @rebeccafl for birthing the idea.