A Dream... Chapter 8

Slowly Violet and Kaye climbed back down onto the main floor of the large house. The only sound to be heard was the crackling of a very large fire burning in the fireplace. Violet found her self being drawn to the fire, hypnotized by its rhythm and comforted by the dance of the flames. She stabbed at the flames with a metal poker that had been positioned next to the fireplace. As she moved the wood pieces around the blaze began to grow.
“We better get a move on miss, if we’s to get out of here in one piece” Kaye whispered with an obvious desperation to her voice.
“I know, which way to her room”
“They keep her in the room just off the kitchen, but they still hold up in the living room. How we sposed to get pass dem”
Just as Violet was formulating her plan the ladies were stopped in their tracks by movement coming from the other room.
“Kaye, get your black as in here. Ya hear! I need a drink and while ya at it make me a sandwich” came a gruff voice from the other room.
“What do I do?”
“You better answer him.” Violet ordered.
“Yessir, I be right there”
“Well what’s taken you so long? A mans liable to starve waiting for you.”
Kaye began making her way to the door but before she could reach the opening a tall figure emerged from the shadow. His body was long and lean. He wore coveralls with what appeared to be blood stains on the front. His skin was pale, almost iridescent. His face was round and fat, unusual for someone so thin and his ears stuck out like handles on a teapot. There was a small curly tuft of hair on the top of his head reminiscent of a children’s toy. Violet had to fight off the impulse to laugh at the absurdity of this villain.
Just as Violet had taken a beat to take in the site of this intruder he had done the same. A grotesque smile crawled across his face. He slowly licked his lips and said. “Kaye, who’s your little friend? Little friend won’t you come over here and let me get a better look at you.”
With her eyes Kaye begged Violet, but for what Violet was unsure. Slowly Violet walked over the round faced man. He put his hand out beckoning her to take it and she did. He slowly spun violet around in order to get a full overview. You must be the new girl Bobby picked up this morning. I think Ima try you out myself for I let my brother know about you.”
He grabbed at Violets breast with greedy hands and tugged at her belt. There was at least a week’s worth of dirt under his nails and he smelled like a dead animal mingled with the smell of urine. The stench was so strong that Violets eyes began to water a little.
He pulled Violet closer to him and locked her into what seemed like a vice grip. Kaye looked on in horror as she watched her hope slip away.
“What’s your name, pretty lady?” The round faced man said as he licked the side of Violets face. She could smell his saliva drying in her skin. His hot breath singing the hairs on her neck. Violet flinched. The round faced man smacked her, knocking Violet to the ground. Kaye gasped.
“What? You think you too good for me pretty lady? Well you’ll learn that Im the nicest of us all and pretty soon you’ll be beggin to spend some time with good ole Alfrey”
“Alfrey” Violet couldn’t help but repeat as she stifled a giggle.
“You think somethins funny bitch!” Spit escaping Alfrey’s mouth as he spoke.
Violet realized then that ole Alfrey had a bit of a lisp. She couldn’t help it but she was suddenly overcome with a fit of laughter. She quickly put her hand to her mouth in an attempt to further stifle her laughter. Before she could regain her composure Alfrey was upon her tearing at her clothes. Alfrey straddled Violet trying to pin her arms down with one hand while unbuttoning her shirt with the other.
Violet tried to shift Alfrey’s weight so that she could free her legs. Once she had some mobility with her legs Violet raised her hips pushing Alfrey forward and as he began to fall forward she threw all her weight into rocking herself on top of Alfrey.
“Oh I see, you’re a feisty one.” Alfrey sneered.
Positioned on all fours hovering over Alfrey Violet raised herself up onto her feet with her hands still on the floor and lowered her knee into Alfrey’s most sensitive area. Violet came down on Alfrey’s masculinity with such force that he was instantly reduced to silent snivels but no tears.
Violet returned to the fireplace and removed the poker she had been playing with previously then removed the pants of the still silently crying Alfrey she shoved the red hot poker through his scrotum. Alfrey finally found his voice. He let out a blood curdling scream. He lunges towards Violet but isn’t able to connect due to the fact that he was now tethered to the floor by a red-hot poker. With a roundhouse kick to the head Violet knocks ole Alfrey back to the floor and with one continuous motion removes the poker from his sack and begins beating him with it. Eventually the evil light in Alfrey’s eyes dims. Blood slowly oozes from his eyes and ears. A small pool of blood developed where his manhood once resided.
Violet rises to her feet and adjusts her shirt. “One more to go” she says winking at Kaye as she strolls away.
Violet enters the dining room. There is another man passed out at the table. His face turned up towards heaven and his legs dangling open under the table. There is a half eaten piece of chicken and what appears to be the remains from some half eaten corn on the cob.
Violet cautiously approaches the man passed out at the table. She reaches over and pokes him in the chest with the poker once used to impale Alfrey. He doesn’t budge. She pokes him a little harder. Nothing. Violet rests the poker on the table in front of the sleeping man and sits in the chair next to him. She is unprepared for this, she expected a confrontation. In one last attempt to rouse the sleeping man she pinches his nose shut. It seems like he is going to wake up but instead he just resorts to breathing through his mouth.
“Kaye, get in here.”
Kaye cautiously enters the dining room.
“Wanna see something funny?”
Before Kaye could respond Violet covers the sleeping mans nose and right on que his mouth drops open and he is barely even affected. Violet giggles. Kaye is still in shock. Violet reaches over to the table and grabs a few kernels from the table and tosses them into his mouth. The sleeping man chokes for a second before he chews and swallows the corn. Both women burst out laughing.
“Sshhh, not to loud, we don’t want to wake him” Violet giggles. “lets get moving”
The two women make their way pass the kitchen and are standing in front of a large heavy looking wood door. There are large metal hinges on the door and chain hanging from a wrought iron latch. Violet unlatches the door with the key Kaye had given her earlier. It takes the collaborative efforts of both women to pull open the wooden door.
The aromatic assault on their sinuses is immediate. Violet launches into a coughing fit and her eyes begin to tear up. She struggles to keep her gag reflexes in check.
“Just give it a minute and you’ll get used to it” Kaye tries to comfort Violet.
The room is dark and drafty. Violet can tell that the room is vast. When she takes a step into the room she can hear something squishing under foot. Kaye grabs her hand and guides Violet to a table in the middle of the room.
There is a small figure strapped to the bed. Violet touches what could only be the arm of the figure. The skin is moist and the bones of the figure feel frail to the touch.
“There, there my little Rose, it’s just me here to take care of you. I’ve brought a friend and she is here to help. The master caint hurt you no more, he caint hurt nobody no more. Help me unhook her”
The figure doesn’t move. Violet reaches for the leather binding and carefully unhooks the latch connecting the small figure to the bed and then removes the restraints connecting her to the wall. The fissure still hasn’t moved.
“Are you sure she is alive? She isn’t moving. Maybe we are too late.”
“No, Ms. Violet, this one here, she is a strong one. She still in there. We just gotta get her out of here.”
As though dealing with the frail body of an 80 year old women the two ladies cover the figure with a sheet and carefully carry her through the kitchen and out of the back door. Violet can hear her breathing. That breathing slowly picks up and is followed by soft sobs.
“Sit her down here for a moment. I need to run back in for a minute.” Kaye turns and runs towards the house.
“What are you doing? It took so long to get out, why would you go back in?”
Nervously Violet waits for Kaye to return. She strokes the head of the figure, rocking her trying to comfort her.
After what feels like an eternity Kaye comes running out of the front door of the house carrying Violets bag on one shoulder and some sort of knap sack on the other. Just as Kaye crosses the lawn flames engulf the second floor bedroom that once served as their prison.
The figure slowly pulled the sheet away from her head and watched as the house was slowly consumed by flames. Kaye sat next to her little Rose and they hugged each other and cried in silence. Violet waited patiently. These two women had earned this moment.
“The house that held all my pain is no more. I am free.” Were the only words Rose was able to say before she closed her eyes for the last time. She passed away on the lawn finally free.