A Dream...Chapter 6

A Dream Chapter 6

It was obvious to Violet that she could not stay here for too long. Although she was not certain of the danger that lay beneath she was certain that the danger was grave. Once the commotion from below began to subside Violet made her way to the makeshift cot in the corner. She needed to find a way to balance her mind so that she would be able to expedite the healing process.
Violet pressed her back firmly against the wall at the edge of the cot and pulled her knees to her chest, resting her chin on the tops of her knees she inadvertently began to rock. Soothing herself like a small child would do. She prayed, asking God to help her find the strength she needed to endure whatever was to come. As her prayers moved into meditations she could feel her body healing, strength returning to her limbs.
There was a loud scream, followed by a thunderous commotion. It sounded as though something massive had fallen. Steadying her mind Violet tapped into her gift and allowed her mind to connect to the emotions in the room below. The image that was forming was that of pain and sadness, she felt tears welling up in her eyes. She was overcome with fear but those feelings were quickly washed away by violent impulses, rage followed by the need to lash out. But there was something else, someone else lingering on the edges of her mind but she couldn’t get a clear picture. These feelings, thoughts were muddy and unclear. She tried to focus… They were the thoughts of a younger woman. She was hurt and in pain, she couldn’t see but there were definite images of light, she was blindfolded. Violets spirit jumped. She had gone too far, her connection was too deep.
Dark images flooded her mind, beatings, and abuse, pain beyond imagining. She was not only seeing the life of the young girl she was now experiencing it for herself. She could see…

It was not always a life of pain. There was once peace and beauty. Soft hands caressing her face. The warmth of a lovers breath on her neck as he whispered things to make her smile. They had a good life. She remembered the warmth of the sun on her skin, the sun oh, how she missed the sun.
She was out in the garden when he came and took her. He was very nice when he approached her sunbathing next to the roses. She always liked to lie out in that spot because when the breeze rolled in through the garden over the lake the flowers always smelled especially fresh and the scent of Jasmine mingling with the roses was especially nice. It reminded her of her mother. The garden had always been her safe haven until that day.
“Would you like to come live with me,” He said. He was smiling but his smile didn’t see to reach his eyes…There was something sinister about his demeanor. She knew immediately not to trust him.
“No, thank you” she replied “I am quite happy here, if you don’t mind”
“Well I have made arrangements for you to stay with me for awhile, until your husband has made arrangements”
“What arrangements are you talking about, my husband and I are newlyweds and I don’t think he would be sending me away nor do I think it would be appropriate for me to keep company with some strange man that I do not know.”
“Well the arrangements have been made and I have given your husband a lot of money to secure your company, so we must be leaving now.”
Before she could complete her call to her husband she had been swept up in a blanket and thrown into the back of some sort of vehicle. It was dark in this place, always dark.
When the car stopped she was taken into what felt like a very large room and left there for several days, how many days had it been (How many days had it been for Violet?)
She was overcome with hunger, her thoughts were becoming cloudy, she was unable to focus on anything because she was so weak. And that is when her torment began.
He would enter the room twice a day and ask her the same series of questions. “Do you love me? Will you stay with me? Tell me how much you love me?
Her answer was always the same. “NO!”
Then the beatings would begin. He would beat her within an inch of consciousness and just before she would pass out he would climb on top of her and a new torment would begin. Sometimes he would choke her just as he was beginning to climax.
Over time (not sure how much time) she stopped answering the questions and he stopped asking. But to elevate his excitement he would devise new methods of torturing her. He would insert objects in her or allow others to violate her. She began to separate her mind from her body and while he was at his business she would retreat to the garden in her mind, the garden that remained a safe place, where the scent of roses intermingles freely with jasmine and danced across her skin on the current of the summer breeze.
Her torment had become familiar. Although she lived in constant darkness she could feel the subtle shifts in the day that would indicate that hour of her torment was upon her. She had long given up on hopes of death. He was smarter than that. He always seemed to know just how far to go and on the occasion that he or one of his guest did get a little overzealous she was given a few days of rest. In those few days she would find moments of peace.
In those few days someone with very soft hands would come and whip her forehead and whisper pleasant things even though she no longer had the will to smile she appreciated the sentiment none-the-less.
She had grown numb and detached from her own body but she knew that the damage he had done must be great because the owner of those soft hands were there again today whipping her brow with a damp cloth and she was almost positive that she heard crying.

Violet tried to regain her composure. She knew that now was not the time to fall apart. She had to stop this evil man from hurting both of these women. She realized that life is a funny thing often times things do not happen by accident or chance, sometimes it is just meant to be. Violet had played the role of a death dealer many times before in her past and just as it had been before, her past was once again upon her.
She found her bag and removed herbs she would need to regain her strength. She didn’t know yet how she would do it but she knew that whatever she was going to do she would do tonight…