The greatest fear on Sandra’s mind as the brute of a man reached for her was HIV-Aids. She had been careful to get Sirma tested before their wedding and had made it clear to him that she was going to kill him if she as much as sensed that he had another woman.
Sirma had jokingly asked in the sign language they communicated with in those early days, what he was going to kill her with. To which she indicated to him she would use a gun. She could tell that got to him, because his smile froze rather suddenly. Maasai’s believed from their long history of contact with white people that every white person had extremely easy access to a gun.
Now Sandra was angry and she wished that she really had a gun in her hands right now. She would have pumped several bullets into this huge bull-like head. Surely she had not taken all the trouble she had to come to Africa to get Aids from this irrational brute who was doing his thinking with the wrong part of his anatomy. It would probably have made more sense to have contracted the damn disease from some junkie’s needle on the streets in some American city.
She now tried to use the only weapon a woman has in moments like this – her long nails. She took one or two violent swipes in the air near his oily face to show the brute that she was serious. He only smiled. She remembered in despair that Sirma had told her Maasai warriors were very good at ducking the claws of a lion. It was not so much the lion’s claws as the power behind them. One single swipe usually broke a gazelles’ neck. So what would it do to a man? So in learning how to hunt lion’s, avoiding the claws of a lion was one of the first hunting survival techniques that they would learn very early in life. She sensed that this brute would have no problems avoiding her long nails. She was right, suddenly he grabbed both her arms with a vice-like grip she knew she would never wriggle out of. In desperation she tried to get her nails in his eyes, but he only tightened his grip so much that she screamed in pain.
She hated to admit it to herself but it was now clear that there was very little that she was able to do to defend herself from this monster. And there were certainly no Ortho Evra Attorneys to look up to at that moment. At that very moment the almost unbearable smell of his sweat as he made an effort to force her down on the floor hit her. He was now using his huge legs to force her legs apart.
Sandra’s mind was still racing and she suddenly shifted one of her legs so that it was between the brute’s legs. Instinctively she knew she would have only one split second chance to do this and save herself from certain rape. With all the strength she would master she kicked hard towards the brute’s groin deliberately falling back so as to put as much force as possibly in her kick.
She was relieved when she heard the loud scream he uttered knowing that her kick had found its’ mark. He collapsed onto of her releasing her arms as his hands went to the source of his tremendous pain. Somehow the sheet had already fallen off her body and she was now stark naked, but she didn’t care. She wriggled from under him even as he rolled on the floor in pain and quickly run outside leaving the brute still rolling on the floor in pain. She knew that if he recovered when she was within reach he would kill her without hesitation.
Sandra ran blindly and entered another Manyatta. There was no man in site so she ran still stark naked into the arms of another Maasai man, who was standing outside his Manyatta with his spear still in his hand. She quickly grabbed the spear from the startled man and turned to wait for the brute. One of the women recovered quickly and brought her a sheet to cover her nakedness with. Without letting go of the spear she simply wrapped it around her waste, leaving her breasts still exposed to the elements. They were bobbing up and down as she breathed hard both in anger and from the adrenaline rush that had helped rescue her from rape.
She held the spear awkwardly with a notion at the back of her mind to plunge it into the brute’s groin. Suddenly he emerged from the Manyatta as if nothing had happened. Sandra remembered what Sirma had told her about the Maasai being taught how to ignore pain. But there was something else Sandra noticed almost immediately.
The man’s eyes were red, almost blood red and he was walking straight towards her. The spear was now shaking violently in Sandra’s hands.
In her mind she knew that the man now had a different intention-to kill her.
CONTINUED
----------------------------------------- Note from the author---------
If this was a printed novel and you carried to the local employment agency to wait in line for your name to be called and you ended up not hearing it and having to be nudged violently to come back to the real world...
If you missed your online college courses sessions because you were reading it...
If you stopped caring about renewing your auto insurance just to finish reading it...
If a Viagra lawyer talked to you at the park and you had no interest in im or what he was saying...
Only then would I say that I have succeeded.
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