We’re at the end of this thriller, and you definitely fear for Akwesi’s life. This psycho girlfriend is most definitely gonna try something sick. Let’s see what it is…

Akwesi came back to consciousness, but he kept his eyes closed. His brain was still setting up, but he could tell that he was not in his office.

For one thing, he was laid flat, and his office had no beds of any kind. For another thing, it seemed to him like the room was much bigger, even though he couldn’t yet move his body.

He wasn’t worried though, some days were worse than others. He figured he must’ve somehow gone home to sleep, knowing that Clementine was going to be at the banquet. He probably didn’t have much time cos she’d be home soon.

He tried to reach for his phone, and his hand stayed glued to the bed. He tried again, and it still wouldn’t move. Then he tried the other hand and felt a restraint holding it down.

He opened his eyes and horror filled him at the sight.

He was in a black room. The bed seemed like it was right in the centre of the room, and there was a ball gag tied to the side of his mouth. He looked over and saw both his hands and legs tied to each of the bedposts. He’d been spread wide across the bed.

He tried to raise his head as much as he could, and he was down to his briefs. There was a red heart sprayed on the ceiling with a black arrow through it, and the words, “OBEY YOUR MISTRESS” in bold black letters written across the heart.

Before he could understand the full import of where he was, Clementine entered the room, dressed in a corset and thigh-high black rubber heel boots. She had a whip in her hand, and its purpose seemed as ominous as clouds before a devastating thunderstorm. “Hello, my love. I’m, glad you could make it to the party. Such a wonderful gala. It would’ve been so wrong for you to miss it.”

“Clementine, what are you doing-”

The searing pain that shot up his thigh after the crack of her whip set the tone. “I did not give you permission to speak.”

“Clementine, I’m not playing with you. Get me out of-”

More pain, only this time his stomach and his chest were the ones crying. “Your balls will be next if you disobey my command.”

Akwesi finally understood where he was, and he knew it was going to be a long night.

“In fact, since you don’t seem to want to comply, I’ll shut you up for now.”

Clementine forced the ball gag into his mouth, fighting against him as he tried to shut his mouth and failed. He tried to spit it out, but it was too tightly strapped on.

“There.” She walked around him, dragging the tip of the whip deliberately along his body as she moved. “Now, I seem to remember telling you that all of you belonged to me. Yet you continued to defy me and you gave attention that belongs to me to some whore at your workplace.”

She walked in silence, still dragging the whip over him, and then got to his forehead. “No no no, my little boy,” she said like she was talking to a two year old. She kissed his forehead and went back around.

“I also ordered you to come to the party tonight, but again, you disobeyed. And you told me, ‘fuck you.’”

She slowly dragged the tip of the whip along his balls. Akwesi fearfully prayed for mercy as he whimpered for her not to strike him there. She saw him squirm, which turned her on. She pulled the whip away, and cradled his balls. “Don’t you worry, my love. What’s yours is mine, and I will not harm my own interest.”

Then, in two quick strikes, she whipped both his legs.

Akwesi tried to scream through the ball gag, but he couldn’t even get it out well. Clementine walked over to his face and spoke again like he was a two year old. “Aww, did I hurt you, AK? Here, let me fix that for you.”

She dragged her tongue up his cheek and drooled all over it, and then she whipped him on the chest and he jerked in absolute agony.

She walked around to his legs again. “I made it clear to you that infidelity will not be tolerated, and you promised me that you were being faithful. But then you tried to leave me after that woman quit working with you. You chose her over me.”

She pulled apart the pee hole in Akwesi’s briefs, and spoke to him again like he was a baby. “I really wish you hadn’t done that.”

She started to massage him until he was at full mast while using the tip of the whip to tease his nipples. Akwesi’s already-racing heart went into overdrive as he looked at her, his eyes begging for mercy. She kept the massages going, and when she saw he was about to reach his peak, she took her hands off and whipped both his thighs.

Akwesi may not have died before, but he was certain that this was what hell felt like. Somehow, in the midst of all the pain, nothing hurt more than what she’d just done. He looked at her, seeing her reach for him again, and vigorously shook his head and whatever part of his body he could control, but it all amounted to nothing.

This time, as she massaged him, she crouched and used the tip of her tongue to tease him. It was a double dose of pleasure in the midst of acute pain, and his heart was barely able to take it. He felt himself climbing the mountain again, this time twice as fast. Maybe she’ll let him have this one. After all, she’d already put him through enough.

Just as he reached the very tip and was about to jump off, she backed off again. Akwesi writhed and jerked as his body tried to process the truncated pleasure he’d just experienced.

Clementine looked at him and laughed. “You really thought I was going to let you cum, didn’t you? Welcome to my dungeon, you motherfucker. There is no mercy here for you.” She cracked the whip again, and his chest felt like hot coals had been dropped on them. He was already sweating profusely, but he could feel his heart beating well above normal.

She walked up to him again and drooled over his cheeks as she spoke. “The contract is done and ready for signing. Both Mr. Ocran and Mr. Asenseh have looked it over, and they are delighted with it. I don’t suppose I’m going to have any problems with you, am I?”

Akwesi said nothing, and she whipped his arm. “Am I?”

He shook his head as hard as he could.

“Good.”

She kissed him on the forehead, and then walked over to his side like a cat sizing up its prey.

She held up the whip. “Now, I am ordering you to get-” whip, “your ass-” whip, “back-” whip “in our bed tonight. I promise you, I will take great care of you. I’d planned for us to do this tonight, but in a much more enjoyable way. I was even going to do your favourite thing and let you invent things with me in bed. But then you chose to leave me scorned. There’s a saying about a woman scorned, you know. Motherfucker.”

She whipped him again over the chest, and this time he started seizing.

******

Franklin sat at Akwesi’s bedside, fearful for his well-being. The doctors had given him something to cause him to sleep in an attempt to give his heart a chance to rest.

Suzie walked in with a bottle of yoghurt for Franklin. Her face asked him if there had been any change, and he shook his head. Her shoulders dropped in mild disappointment, and she took her seat at the other side of the bed.

A couple of hours passed, and Suzie felt something moving under her cheek. She’d fallen asleep on Akwesi’s arm, and she woke up to it moving slightly. Her sleepy brain thought he was moving in his sleep, but then she heard Franklin calling out to Akwesi. She got up and looked, and surely enough, Akwesi was stirring awake.

Whatever remnant of sleep was in her immediately cleared out, and she watched in eager anticipation.

Akwesi’s eyes fluttered open and his senses were immediately assaulted by the calls of relief from his two friends. He only managed a small “ouch,” which let them know that they needed to tone it down a bit.

He looked around and asked, “Where am I?”

Suzie took his hand. “You’re at Cedars Hospital. There was an anonymous call to the hospital that you were seizing. You barely survived, but the doctors managed to put you to sleep so your heart could rest.”

As Suzie spoke, the memories of the gruesome night he’d undergone came rushing back in like water from an open dam. He was instantly overcome by fear and started to yell and freak out.

Franklin got up and helped Suzie restrain him while Suzie spoke to him. “You’re okay. You’re fine. No one’s coming after you. You’re okay. Settle down. You’re okay.”

Akwesi looked at her as she spoke, and she and Franklin slowly lowered him back into the bed. “You’re okay. Just relax. Settle your heart.” They both sat down once they knew he was out of danger.

Akwesi took Franklin’s hand. “I need you to call Mr. Ocran. I need to warn him.”

“Warn him? About what?”

“Just call him for me on my phone.”

“Your phone is not here, but let me see if I can reach our MD. He’ll know how to get through to him.” With that, Franklin left the room to try to make the call. Suzie got up as well to go and get the doctor.

******

Akwesi lay in the bed with the lights on, relieved to be alive. Franklin managed to get Mr. Ocran, who was altogether stunned at the information he received. He promised to fire Clementine right after that call, and let the police know what she’d done.

The doctor came and checked Akwesi out, and he was largely functional, except for a few issues which required a few days of rest and observation. He’d escaped death by the skin of his teeth, and he now felt he could do anything. He’d sent Suzie and Franklin home for the night.

He began to make plans. Once he was out of the hospital, he would attack his new job with every bit of energy he had, and he would not stop until the company had become a global force. He was yet to convince himself that he could trust another woman, so that chapter would be on pause for a while. If someone came around who made it impossible for him to ignore her, well, he’d cross that bridge once he got there. Secure in the knowledge that Clementine could not get to him here, he dozed off.

A crashing sound jolted him out of sleep less than thirty minutes into it. Irritated, he did everything to try to fall back asleep, but all he could picture was the pain and screaming in that dungeon.

When he opened his eyes, the room was lit, but not the normal white color it was before he fell asleep. This was more purple, like a house party at night with colored lights.

He turned and saw a nurse turned away from him, trying to gather the rest of her stuff without any noise. Her tools were on a cart, and there was a pan on the side. He’d found the culprit that woke him out of the one peaceful spot of sleep he thought he’d have.

He pretended to be asleep in order not to get the nurse to say anything to him. His hope was that she’d be out of there as soon as possible, so he could get back to sleep.

He did like the look of her ass in the short white uniform, so he opened his eyes just enough to catch one more glimpse before he fell asleep…

…and looming over him was a face he was sure he’d never see again.

“Hello, my darling AK. It’s so good to see you made it out alive. Did you miss me?”

Akwesi tried to get up and push her, but then something kept holding him down. He looked, and there were restraints meant for mentally unstable patients keeping him chained to the bed.

Déjà vu was the worst kind of bitch, and it had come for him at the moment he finally felt safe.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on staying long; the police are looking for me. I’m sure that’s thanks to you, but I completely understand. I just came to kiss you goodbye. I’ll be gone for a while, but remember, you’re mine forever. There is no going anywhere.”

Akwesi yelled for a doctor or a nurse, but no one answered. He shook the bed as much as he could, but it was like they were the only two people on that floor.

“Funny thing about public hospitals: they are always so understaffed. It’s amazing how little politicians think of healthcare and health workers in this country.” She went back to the cart and took out a syringe as she spoke. “Anyway, being understaffed means that the night shift might as well be a ghost town, especially when you’re in a private room.”

As he kept shaking his bed to try to draw anyone’s attention, she walked back to him and leaned in, but pulled back just in time to avoid his vigorous attempt to bite her.

“You should have stayed in the E. R. like the rest of the peasants.”

She went back to the cart, drew out some medication out of a bottle into the syringe, and then walked back to him like a mad scientist. “Before I go, I figured I’d give you one last gift. A reminder that I can reach you anytime I want. A lasting memory of the love I have for you.”

She injected the substance into his IV. “That’s adrenaline. It’s usually meant to keep you going in the middle of fight or flight, but I’m quite sure I just gave you five times the amount you could safely have. Poor baby, you would have made such a great husband and father.”

She pulled out her phone and showed him a news article announcing him as the successor to Mr. Pernell Ocran. All his achievements and accolades had been listed in there. “You would also have made a magnificent CEO.”

Clementine went to the door and took one last look at him. He was starting to sweat, and soon he was jerking uncontrollably. All the devices that were monitoring him were going haywire on account of his erratic vital signs.

“We could’ve had it all, AK. But you promised me all of you, and you broke that promise at the first sign of another woman. Such a shame. Such a waste.”

She walked out of the room just in time to avoid being seen by the nurses who had rushed in to try to save Akwesi’s life.

THE END

Sigh. Poor Akwesi. Victim of a sick, sick woman. Yeah, dear brothers, please pray you never encounter a woman like this. It clearly won’t end well with you. At all!

Thanks for reading, and as always, enjoy yourself around the State!