Violet couldn’t place the smell of the liquid that was being placed under her nose. Vision blurred, she swatted the old hand away that was waving the handkerchief in front of her face. She jumped up and ran to what appeared to be a window, it was not.
“Be easy little lady,” belted out the small but sinewy looking woman. “You were in some kind of shape, I have no idea how you got where you were, but you betta be glad I found you before the wild life or something worse did.”
Violet tried to get her bearings, she quickly realized she wasn’t herself when the room began to spin and she reached for the quickest thing to stabilize herself. She slowly sat down leaning her head and body against the wall. All of sudden Violet realized how hot it was, the nape of her neck was moist as though she had been sweating in her sleep. Her clothes felt a little damp against her skin and she couldn’t tell if she was drying up from being submerged in water or if she had sweated through all her clothes to the point that they needed to be hung up and dried.
“What was that liquid on the handkerchief you were waving in front of me?” Violet asked in a curt tone.
“If you hadn’t taken such a nasty spill, I might be insulted that your first words consist of a distrusting question. I will excuse you, plus you didn’t ask me to do what I did. I did it on my own accord. Pure cayenne pepper.”
The woman continued with whatever she was doing, Violet couldn’t make it out, but as she looked around the room it felt like she had stepped back into the past and not the recent past either. The room was well lit by a chandelier of candles. The floor appeared to be cement with rugs neatly positioned to purposefully reveal sections. The rugs seem to indicate where one section of the room finished and another began.
Violet struggled to concentrate. If she could muster up enough strength she wouldn’t need to ask any questions, she’d just rely on her gift. “Where is my bag and where am I?” she asked out loud.
There was an echoing sound as something, somewhere slammed shut, it almost seemed like a chamber door. Whatever closed was massive and there were lots of chains rattling. The footsteps that followed were heavy, combined with lots of bumping around. All the noise seemed to come from beneath them.
“Be very quiet.” the woman starting moving feverishly around the room, she blew out all the candles but two on the chandelier.
“I will explain later, if you are seen here we will never get out, alive,” responded the voice in a hushed tone. For the first time, in the worst lighting, Violet caught a real glimpse of her savior, now captor. It was a beautiful face with trusting clear eyes; however one side covering the whole left eye was disfigured. Almost like healed, burnt skin.
Violet instinctively believed this stranger and plus there was no time to ask more questions. She realized she was almost holding her breath and for some unknown reason, she felt an emotion that had been foreign to her for a long time-fear.
“When I leave out of here you have to move over the latches, you must do as I say. Focus child, your life depends on this right now. Trust me, I didn’t save you to kill you, but I thought I had more time. We’ll have to think of another plan, but for now I just have to get through the rest of the night.” The woman ran off a list of things that Violet needed to remember and she mentally filed each away so as not to forget.
Violet’s mind shifted for a moment to Nahmie and Toby. Wait, this was no time to get sentimental. Focus Violet, she thought to herself. The woman lifted the heavy cemented door and exposed the wood bottom and dark abyss beyond. Violet briskly crawled over to the opening and as quick as it appeared the woman was climbing down a makeshift ladder that looked to be made of rope and motioned to Violet.
Violet recounted the mental instructions she was given and pulled up the ladder, realizing she was weaker than usual. She closed down the door with deliberate, soundless movements and pushed over the three latches that secured the door shut flushed with the floor. She replayed the list in her head. As instructed, she only crawled along the edges of the carpet. Now it made sense why the rugs seemed so deliberately placed. She made her way to the stash of food and water, nibbling to her desire. Her appetite was small and she was not herself in the least bit.
Violet attempted to still her mind long enough to figure out what was the last vivid thought she remembered. Then came the muted sounds that chilled her to the bone. She heard yelling, it seemed like a louder version of her trusted unknown friend’s voice. Then came grinding noises, chains and something heavy hitting the floor. Next came the sound of laughter. There was definitely more than just two people down there, Violet was certain of that. She felt her way to the bed and laid there thinking of her next move.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
A Dream Chapter 4
Violet made her way down the corridor to car 44. She was running a little late and her body ached a little but she has always believed she is worth the wait to any man. The train suddenly lurched forward knocking her to the ground. There was a loud thud and the sound of the train screeching to a halt.
“Shit!” Violet realized she had scraped her knee and torn her nylons in the process. Just then the train jerked forward and begin slowly moving. “That’s odd” she thought to herself. From her periphery she could see what appeared to be a figure climbing aboard the train. Hurriedly she resumed her journey to dining car 44.
Just as she approached the sliding door that leads to the dining car she was grabbed from behind and pulled into a nearby supply closet. A large hand closed on her mouth and another around her waist. She could feel his hot, heavy breath on the back of her neck. His hands smelled like dirt and potatoes but there was a faint hint of something else, something sweet and familiar.
“I know who you are and I know what you did and we are going to make sure you pay” The voice was thick and raspy as though her attacker were trying to mask his true voice. She could feel spittle on her cheek as he spoke. She could also tell the impact her fear was having on the man as he ground his pelvis into her behind and his semi erect penis rubbed against her. “Your skin is very soft” he said.
Seeing an opportunity Violet leaned into her attacker. Meeting the pressure from his hips with her own. She opened her mouth slightly and let her tongue graze his fingertips. She could feel his grip on her mouth loosen. She arched her back a little in order to add just the right inspiration for his next thought. She could feel his breath begin to quicken and his grip continue to loosen. Once she was able to get her right hand free she slowly reached back between his legs and begin to stroke her attacker. She could feel him succumb. Her master had now become her servant.
She turned and faced him. He was big. Big all over. Even his facial features were big. He had a heavy brow with thick bushy eyebrows. His jawline was square and so was the shape of his head. There was deep anger in his eyes and his face seamed to hold a permanent scowl. She put her left hand gingerly on his cheek to trace what appeared to be an old knife wound while still stroking his member with her right.
Violet knew she had this man under her spell. This, this moment was something she was good at, she was truly a master. She ran her tongue across his top lip and she felt his body quiver. It wouldn’t be long before the shakes began. She focused her energy on her hands and fingertips. Just as the final wave was to come crashing down on her would be attacker she reached into the back of her shirt and pulled out a small curved blade not much bigger than her pinky. Violet used the small hook on the blade to secure it to her middle finger and as she stroked him one last time she shove the blade deep into his scrotum slicing the skin while embedding the blade in his pelvis. When pulling the blade out she cut deeper into his body to sever an artery.
Instantly he fell to his knees. Tears mingled with snot as he tried to cry out in pain. He reached out to Violet but the pain was too much making his grip weak. Violet tried to back away but there just wasn’t enough room in the small closet. She watched as the man grasped for her while gasping for his last gulp of air. When the last signs of life left his large body Violet stepped over his slumped body and pulled the door open but not before removing the personal effects of the large man. His belongings were pretty standard. He had a wallet, passport and a folded manila envelope. There was no time to look through his things now. Surely someone would be along soon.
Covered in the dead man’s blood Violet quickly made her way back to her room and closed the door behind her. Uncertain of what else may lay ahead of her she quickly changed her clothes opting to wear a pair of pants rather than the classic Channel suit she originally intended.
“I though this part of my life was over” She said to herself.
Not certain if her potential male suitor had anything to do which her friend in the closet she decided she would play it safe. She summoned Mel and asked him to send a message to the man in dining car 44 advising him that she was feeling a little under the weather and that maybe they could meet for breakfast.
Violet knew it was only a matter of time before someone found the big guys body in the supply closet. She had to get off this train and quick. The last thing she needed in her life was some nosey cop asking questions trying to drudge her past. She packed a bag of things she would need and threw the bag over her shoulder. Although Violet loves nice things she knows how to minimize in the case of an emergency. She pulled out her laptop and checked her account making sure she had enough liquid assets in case she had to make a quick escape from the country. She sent Toby a coded text message and left her room.
She quickly made her way to the cargo hold of the train. The last car of the train held several large trunks. Violet found the one marked L.B. and opened it. The last vestiges of a life she thought she was leaving behind. She laughed to herself remembering the discussion she had with Toby about getting rid of this stuff. The consummate boy-scout Toby encouraged her to keep it “Just in case”. She would have to but him a very special present as a thank you.
Repacking her things into a large backpack and removing new supplies form the trunk and packing those as well Violet made her way to the rear door of the train. She stepped out on the small deck, the wind blowing her hair forward she took a moment to say a small personal prayer. She could smell the water as the breeze danced across the Mississippi as she opened her eyes the train was approaching the bridge. Just as the middle of the bridge was approaching Violet took a deep breath and jumped.
“Shit!” Violet realized she had scraped her knee and torn her nylons in the process. Just then the train jerked forward and begin slowly moving. “That’s odd” she thought to herself. From her periphery she could see what appeared to be a figure climbing aboard the train. Hurriedly she resumed her journey to dining car 44.
Just as she approached the sliding door that leads to the dining car she was grabbed from behind and pulled into a nearby supply closet. A large hand closed on her mouth and another around her waist. She could feel his hot, heavy breath on the back of her neck. His hands smelled like dirt and potatoes but there was a faint hint of something else, something sweet and familiar.
“I know who you are and I know what you did and we are going to make sure you pay” The voice was thick and raspy as though her attacker were trying to mask his true voice. She could feel spittle on her cheek as he spoke. She could also tell the impact her fear was having on the man as he ground his pelvis into her behind and his semi erect penis rubbed against her. “Your skin is very soft” he said.
Seeing an opportunity Violet leaned into her attacker. Meeting the pressure from his hips with her own. She opened her mouth slightly and let her tongue graze his fingertips. She could feel his grip on her mouth loosen. She arched her back a little in order to add just the right inspiration for his next thought. She could feel his breath begin to quicken and his grip continue to loosen. Once she was able to get her right hand free she slowly reached back between his legs and begin to stroke her attacker. She could feel him succumb. Her master had now become her servant.
She turned and faced him. He was big. Big all over. Even his facial features were big. He had a heavy brow with thick bushy eyebrows. His jawline was square and so was the shape of his head. There was deep anger in his eyes and his face seamed to hold a permanent scowl. She put her left hand gingerly on his cheek to trace what appeared to be an old knife wound while still stroking his member with her right.
Violet knew she had this man under her spell. This, this moment was something she was good at, she was truly a master. She ran her tongue across his top lip and she felt his body quiver. It wouldn’t be long before the shakes began. She focused her energy on her hands and fingertips. Just as the final wave was to come crashing down on her would be attacker she reached into the back of her shirt and pulled out a small curved blade not much bigger than her pinky. Violet used the small hook on the blade to secure it to her middle finger and as she stroked him one last time she shove the blade deep into his scrotum slicing the skin while embedding the blade in his pelvis. When pulling the blade out she cut deeper into his body to sever an artery.
Instantly he fell to his knees. Tears mingled with snot as he tried to cry out in pain. He reached out to Violet but the pain was too much making his grip weak. Violet tried to back away but there just wasn’t enough room in the small closet. She watched as the man grasped for her while gasping for his last gulp of air. When the last signs of life left his large body Violet stepped over his slumped body and pulled the door open but not before removing the personal effects of the large man. His belongings were pretty standard. He had a wallet, passport and a folded manila envelope. There was no time to look through his things now. Surely someone would be along soon.
Covered in the dead man’s blood Violet quickly made her way back to her room and closed the door behind her. Uncertain of what else may lay ahead of her she quickly changed her clothes opting to wear a pair of pants rather than the classic Channel suit she originally intended.
“I though this part of my life was over” She said to herself.
Not certain if her potential male suitor had anything to do which her friend in the closet she decided she would play it safe. She summoned Mel and asked him to send a message to the man in dining car 44 advising him that she was feeling a little under the weather and that maybe they could meet for breakfast.
Violet knew it was only a matter of time before someone found the big guys body in the supply closet. She had to get off this train and quick. The last thing she needed in her life was some nosey cop asking questions trying to drudge her past. She packed a bag of things she would need and threw the bag over her shoulder. Although Violet loves nice things she knows how to minimize in the case of an emergency. She pulled out her laptop and checked her account making sure she had enough liquid assets in case she had to make a quick escape from the country. She sent Toby a coded text message and left her room.
She quickly made her way to the cargo hold of the train. The last car of the train held several large trunks. Violet found the one marked L.B. and opened it. The last vestiges of a life she thought she was leaving behind. She laughed to herself remembering the discussion she had with Toby about getting rid of this stuff. The consummate boy-scout Toby encouraged her to keep it “Just in case”. She would have to but him a very special present as a thank you.
Repacking her things into a large backpack and removing new supplies form the trunk and packing those as well Violet made her way to the rear door of the train. She stepped out on the small deck, the wind blowing her hair forward she took a moment to say a small personal prayer. She could smell the water as the breeze danced across the Mississippi as she opened her eyes the train was approaching the bridge. Just as the middle of the bridge was approaching Violet took a deep breath and jumped.
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