The Ritual: Bondage, love and freedom (FICTION)

Our naked bodies tangled up like mating snakes, we were stuck, tied and sweaty. I never imagined us being this close, BDSM was never my thing, — at least not this early in our relationship. How did we end up here? How did things move so fast? 

Her eyes were beautiful even when they were closed and unaware of what was going on around her. I remembered the first day I set my eyes on her, all my defences were brought down. My superman demeanor was laid bare and I stuttered for the first time in a very long while.

 Like a love struck secondary school boy I was lost in her every move. “Can you show me the way to the director’s office?” She asked. “It..it…it is..that way” I stuttered as I pointed to the the hall way giving no particular direction.

“Thanks. Sorry for disturbing you. Didn’t mean to stress you” She apologised, sensing my distress. This made me want to prove I wasn’t feeling as she thought. Confidence I needed came from nowhere. “ No I’m not.”

I said smirking “I just happen to stutter when I see a beautiful lady who needs directions” I teased. She laughed. I was hitting it well regardless of the initial embarrassing situation. “Let me walk you to the director’s office as it is a bit difficult to navigate with just verbal directions” I offered to help when in fact I wanted to get to know her more. “Ok, no problem. Thank you.” She said. 

I was struck by something I have never felt before. I was under her juju. “So what’s your name and what brings you to our prestigious company?“ I asked. “My name is Chinelo Okpara. I came for an interview. I’m applying for the post of personal assistant to the Director” she replied.

Her voice was like beach breeze when it hits your ears, soothing. And the way her hips swayed made me day dream of her in my bed, naked and making babies. Her skin was like chocolate and it glowed like it produced it’s own light.

“That’s very nice. I hope you get the job. I won’t mind seeing your face everyday in this office.” I flirted with her. She smiled shyly. We had gotten to the director’s office when I said “Here is the office. Good luck with your interview. I’ll try to put in a word for you, for I believe you deserve it” I assured her. She giggled as she said “Or you just want to see me instead?”.

“That would be a huge bonus. I’m hoping for that too.” I said with a big grin on my face.

 Memories of how the past few weeks have been kept flashing through my head. I was lost in it all when all of sudden she started to move. She was waking up. My heart raced. I felt sweat forming as she opened her eyes. You could see how she was trying to make sense of where she was. I wish I could tell her.

I wish I knew myself. Where was I? Chinelo started to shake violently trying to free herself from me. I tried to calm her down but she was panicking. Her mouth was tied with a cloth, so nothing she tried to say made any sense. I almost felt she knew what was going on.

She had this look of terror in her eyes. The kind that tells you there was no happy ending to this. No super heroes to save the day. For I was feeling like superman the day I met her. She was my kryptonite, my Achilles hill, my bad habit and I was weak then. Weaker than I ever felt but I liked that weakness, all my guards down.

I tried to tell her everything was going to be ok but my mouth was also tied, this was the first time I was realizing this. I never found the need to speak before now and besides I was too weak to notice anything. I then began to panic as well. I tried screaming and biting at the cloth but it was futile. All efforts proved abortive. I tried looking around to see if I could find a sharp object to cut through the ropes.

 The room had very minimal lighting that was provided by a dying kerosine lamp. The flame was pulsating. I noticed the door was beside the lamp. I tried signaling Chinelo to calm down with my eyes using different gestures. She looked into my eyes like she understood. Maybe she did. After all I was always the man with a plan right? 

I then decided that the best way to escape this place was to use the glass of the kerosine lamp and cut out of these ropes. The challenge was getting there. I began to use my head to tell Chinelo that we should move in the direction of the lamp.

We had to crawl like worms in unison. A funny thought came in about having this sport at the olympics at the time but there was nothing funny about where we were. If we knew where we were.

 We began crawling, it was extremely difficult but progress was being made, one move at a time. I kind of enjoyed this movement. Chinelo saw this and wasn’t having it but we had no choice than to keep moving. We weren’t even far of when we heard footsteps making their way towards us. They grew louder so we had to stop.

I signalled Chinelo to close her eyes and pretend like she was still knocked out. She understood and closed her eyes immediately. I also did the same. The footsteps stopped and we could hear voices. I couldn’t make out the words but I heard something like ‘first’ & ‘man’.

The door was opened violently and was used to make ruckus. Our eyes remained shut. “These ones still dey sleep?” A thick voice that shook the room said.  “ Don’t worry, they’ll soon sleep forever. They will know their full fate by midnight.”

A shaky and much older voice said. “These ones are very fresh. Thank you Gemade. Their blood will be more than enough for the occasion.” The shaky voice continued. I could feel Chinelo’s heart beating faster. Mine was shaking my body. My eyes remained shut.

“Which one do we start with master?” The thick voice inquired. “We start with the less aggressive one. The one who fights the least” The older man responded. They both laughed for a while with the older man breaking his laughter with coughs “We save the best for last”  He concluded. As soon as he said that, they left the room.   I and Chinelo’s eyes opened in unison as soon as the door was shut. We knew i† was time to act!

Abdulwahab Abubakar is a part time writer and a full time imaginator( yeah he imagined the word too). He blogs at oshomahabu.wordpress.com

Leave a reply

Your email address will not be published.

cool good eh love2 cute confused notgood numb disgusting fail