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Mysterious Dance ….. By Majid Al-Hajjami

Mysterious Dance ….. By Majid Al-Hajjami

By م.زهير الشاعر

Published: January 25, 2022

He was of moderate height and elegant appearance, his head bald and his bulging eyes made him a formidable and attractive man. As for her, she had sharp beauty, an attractive body, and provocative clothing. He never stopped caressing her long blonde hair and talking to her with words of longing and flirtation since they set off in front of the club located east of the city. She did not seem reassured by him; her face was gloomy and annoyed. He exchanged a forced smile with her whenever she looked at him. Her repeated glances at my face through the mirror suggested that she wanted me to do something, but his presence between us prevented her from revealing it. She spoke to him when we approached one of the gas stations, asking him to buy her a regular pack of (Demerar) cigarettes. Her eyes cautiously and watchfully followed him since he left heading towards the glass station kiosk. She addressed me in a low voice, saying:

- Help me, please, I want you to get me out of the evil of this man immediately.

- Okay, let's get out of here quickly.

- Stop, please, I can't go without him.

- How can I help you then when you insist on staying with him?

She put her hands on her face, raised her head high, then sighed, saying:

- Oh my God, you don't know anything, I can't get rid of him that easily. I just want your phone number so that if I face trouble, I can send you a message, like a letter or a sign or anything else, so that you send the police to the house where he will take us.

- You are not obliged to go to a place where you might face danger.

- Didn't I tell you that you don't know anything? I am completely bound to this man; you are the only one who can solve my bondage.

- Why don't you call the police in case of danger?

- Because he will notice if I talk to anyone, give me your phone number quickly, please.

- Do you know this man?

- Of course I know him well; he visits me, and I visit him repeatedly. Be careful, please, he is coming.

He placed the cigarette pack in her hand while looking at us with strange glances as if he realized that a conversation about him had taken place between us.

He left them at his house and returned to the city center to have more trips, unaware of everything that happened during that strange trip.

Her message arrived after an hour: I miraculously escaped him. If you are still at work, please come and take me home. Rest assured, I will pay you a reasonable fee. Curiosity pushed me to go to her, not the fee, which is easily available on Saturday evening. She sat on the front seat terrified, thanking me for coming to her. I did not wait long; I asked her as we started to her home:

- Your talk with me was a puzzling mystery, what is really between you and that man?

- I work as a dancer in the club from which we were transferred. When I start undressing in front of the crowds, that man looks at my naked body attentively, calmly, and silently despite the clapping, whistling, and shouting that fill the hall around him. One night, after I got off the dance platform, he put a handful of dollars in my hand and whispered in my ear saying: I will give you eight hundred dollars for one night. I agreed immediately, and we spent an enjoyable night. He visited me two or three times and then stipulated that the meeting must be only at his house.

- I don't see what calls for fear and anxiety.

- When I dance naked in front of him, he waves terrifying knives at me. He treated me in a frightening and terrifying way. Sometimes he puts a loaded gun in my mouth, and on another night he tied me to the bed and started fiddling with my parts. When he finished with me, he brought a sharp knife and began running it over my naked body. Suddenly, his hands trembled, and his eyes reddened. He sat on my chest as if riding a small horse. He put his knife on my neck, saying it is time for your end, you slut. I almost died from extreme fear. He laughed saying, 'You fool, do you think I dare kill this delicacy and beauty?' The strange thing about that man is he cannot be with women except with deadly tools in his hand. I learned from one of my friends that his wife left him because she realized he suffers from episodes of madness that could lead to killing her. As for that night, his bed was full of knives. He put one in my mouth and held two knives and started hitting the bed hard during intercourse after throwing my phone many times.

- What are these terrifying scenes! After these near-death cases, what ties you to him and forces you to go with him?

Signs of shyness appeared on her. She looked right and left, bowed her head, then said in a weak voice:

- He pays hundreds of dollars for an hour or two.

- Oh my God! You are risking your life for a handful of money; what do you call that?

- I know, it is greed, but believe me, I need money a lot.

- It is recklessness and madness. You must think seriously about it. Life is more important than all the money in the world. Never accompany this madman again; it is not wise to go to a man your life might end in his bed.

She was silent, placing her hands on her knees. She looked at me shyly and said:

- Wisdom and greed do not meet in one head. Thank you very much.

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