"Ello there
love." my guard is back but for some reason he didn't close the door
today. "Today's the day. The bosses
have finally decided that you've been a nuisance long enough."
"So you're
going to torture me?"
"Naw love.
Today you get to meet the bosses. Your fate is in their hands now."
With this he walks
over and first fastens a blindfold over my eyes. Then he unties my wrist from
the bed post. I try to struggle free of the rope but he grabs my wrists and
ties them together.
"None of that
love. Now walk. I'll make sure you don't fall."
"Before that.
Will you tell me your name?"
"Me name? Well
I guess it can’t hurt." he pauses for a moment, "Me name's Tom."
I nod and proceed to
walk. Tom's hands guide me on a number of twists and turns. At the beginning I
try to remember them but soon I give up. Even if I could remember them all I've
always been hopeless with directions. After what seems like forever Tom pulls
me to a stop and leans down to whisper in my ear.
"This is it.
I've come to like ya love but from here I've got to pretend I don't. so
whatever I do don't hold it against me"
"Alright"
I whisper back, "Thanks Tom."
I can’t see but I
think he smiles before pushing me round the last corner.
"Did you get
lost on the way here? I thought you were better than that."
"No boss. The
girl was just not cooperatin too well"
"We must work
on your English later." the voice sounds exasperated as if this is a
recurring topic, "Anyway bring the girl here."
I'm shoved forward and I lose my balance and
fall to my knees.
"Who the heck
are you?" I spit.
"You know
us." the voice is calm and assured
"But I can’t
see you." I jerk my head to the side so my hair moves enough for them to
see the blindfold.
"You should
recognize my voice. How could you forget your tutor?"
"Or your
nanny?" chimes in a second voice.
"Or your
favorite gardener?" adds the third voice.
"I don’t know
any of you!"
"Oh dear sweet girl. Of course you do." that was the second voice, the woman.
"More
importantly though." the third voice cuts in, "You know what we
want."
"My secret
right?"
"That's right.
Good girl." the first voice, the tutor.
"Are you gonna
tell us or what?" the third voice seems annoyed at how slow this is
proceeding.
"No."
"Now
dear." the second voice is definitely the nicest
"Can I hit 'er
now?" the third voice grumbles.
"No. Leave it
to me." the first voice is beginning to scare me.
I hear the sound of
a chair scraping against the floor and I realize I'm still kneeling. I quickly
scramble to my feet and try to look defiant as I can with a blindfold on my
eyes and a rope around my wrists. Slow and steady footsteps approach me and walk
around behind me. I feel warm breath on my neck and cool hands on my shoulders.
"Now. What can
I do to make you want to tell hmmm?" his voice is quiet but menacing right
in my ear. "I've instructed the guard not to hurt you but I have not such
restrictions."
I freeze like I did
when this all began, totally unable to speak or even move.
"Shall I tell
you how I would do it?" the whispers continue, "I'd start with your
fingers, snapping them one by one. I'm sure they'd make a beautiful popping
sound. Then I'd repeat the same with your toes. Next I'd smash your hands. Followed by your feet. Shall I continue?"
"No please
stop." I'm nearly crying and my knees tremble and threaten to stop
supporting me.
"You will tell
or I will be forced to follow through on my threats."
Only one word
escapes through my fear "Please."
"Please what? I
thought I taught you better than this."
"Please don’t
hurt me."
"So you're
ready to tell?"
"I'll tell
her." meaning the second voice. "But in
private. And you have to take the blindfold and rope off."
"Good
girl" he says again. "However I don’t think I can risk letting your
hands free. But..." his words trail off as his hands leave my shoulders
and reach up, removing the blindfold. "I will trust you with this."
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