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| Présentation | ***************Glitter-ville****** (I will leave the previous chapter up if I can. It will be at the bottom of this one) ************************** Chapter 40: Let the games begin. As soon as I took over, Nick seemed to sense that something was different. Must have been her eyes. He walked over to me and bent down to take a closer look. I tried to move her body, and still couldn't budge an inch. Even her eyes seemed immobilized. I had no peripheral vision, and neither did she..hahaha...wait...that's not funny. I had lied when I said that the gas would wear off soon. I had no idea if it would or not, but I needed to calm her down so that she would be more receptive to my thoughts. Besides, she did have a point. This was between Nick and I. She had been sucked into it and it wasn't fair that she should have to deal with him when the target of his obsession had always been me. "Omg....it is you, isn't it? Her eyes...they've changed.." Give the man a cookie. He had good vision. Wished I could say the same as I tried desperately to move something....anything. I wanted to smash his head in with the first available object just as soon as I had the chance. Ironic that I would once again be helpless before this prick....this was the third time.... Oh yeah...he had to die. I hated irony. It seldom meant anything but tragedy for me. Screw Shakespere and his sorry ass plays!! He should have written my life story...then he could have really introduced some dark humor and twisted drama into his work. "Well well well....this is an interesting turn of events, isn't it?" He asked, as if really expecting an answer....or was he just testing me to see if I could? I was starting to feel something...but I wasn't sure what it was. There seemed to be some sort of pressure on my hip. Just the fact that I was feeling anything was a relief. I prayed that it meant what I thought it did... that the gas was wearing off. I could even feel the warmth of the crystal that she wore. It was the reason I was able to inhabit this body at all, I guess. I didn't understand how it worked, but I was living proof that it did. All I had needed was her permission. Soon as she gave it, I knew I could take over her mind, if not her body. All I needed now was for this dam gas to wear off and I was home free. One good blow to the throat was all I needed to get in. I knew I could draw him close enough to her. All I needed was the opportunity. I'd learned a lot about how to defend myself since the last time we'd met. She was strong too. Much stronger than my withered body encased in wax. Oh God...I didn't even want to think about that just yet.....even if she did manage to break this spell...what kind of shape would my own body be in, after 20 years of suspended animation? Would I even be able to stand or talk? Ok....there was no time for self-pity. I coached myself...there would be plenty of time for that if I couldn't manage to get us out of this mess. Heck...maybe they could just stick my head in a glass dome and wheel me around for the rest of my life. I laughed at the absurd vision this thought produced, and it helped calm me down....I think she laughed too, but I wasn't sure. I watched him move about the room in almost total darkness. He still only had two candles burning and I couldn't tell how big the room was yet, but from the weak glow the candles were putting off, I thought the room was probably huge. I could just make out his frame from where he was, but that was it. I didn't know what he was doing and I didn't like that at all. I concentrated on moving some part of her, even if it was just the eyes.....but trying to move even that little bit hurt. I had to stop. Ok, don't try to move the eyes....just try to move her hand, I told myself. I wasn't sure, but I thought I felt it twitch, just a little. It would be really nice if I could get at least this hand to move without him being aware of it. That would be really nice. I could surprise him. No, I told myself. Think first, not last for a change. I could not risk only wounding him before I was strong enough to take him out. Patience, I cautioned myself. The opportunity would present itself soon enough if I just stayed calm and collected and didn't rush into anything. Breathe....just breathe.....just breathe....it was working....breathe...nice and slow now... "I'm sorry to be neglecting you Sis. Would you like something to drink?" He mocked me from across the room where he was still up to something. "Just your blood you lousy son of a bitch".... I wished he could hear me. If I had to, I'd rip his throat right out with my bare teeth. That was an option I was saving for a last ditch effort though. No sense in risking aids, or something worse, if I didn't have to. After all, this wasn't my body and I couldn't stay in it forever. Just long enough, with a little help from her, to take this bastard back to hell with me. That was the plan anyway. It was a good plan I told myself. It had to be. It was all we had. It just had to work......please God...cut me a little slack for once in my miserable life...I couldn't possibly have been that much of a bitch in a previous life that you would allow this bastard to kill us both....he had already done his worst to me, and I was still here. That gave me hope. He'd gotten his wish and finally raped me..before the wax even dried on my burned and abused body, he'd taken me like an animal..the coward had waited until I was helpless and couldn't move or speak....but even that hadn't satisfied his urges. So he'd had the housekeeper take a turn with me. It was just one big orgy for them that night....for me, it was hell....and I imagine Rock would never forget it either...since they had let him sit in the chair, still bound, and made him watch the whole time. I hadn't told her that part. I didn't see any reason to. It wouldn't help her any, other than to let her know how dangerous the woman was....and that, she already knew. I may have been temporarily inhabiting her body, but she had a vested interest in my success as well. Nick would not hesitate to rape her if he thought he could get to me by doing so. OMG! I was definitely feeling something in my hip now for sure. A vibrating sensation. I had no idea what it was, but it scared me. Then it stopped. Ok...that was weird. What the hell was that? It didn't vibrate any other part of her body...just that one spot....odd... Trying to shake that off, I instructed her body to calm down and soon I felt her heartbeat return to normal....well...almost normal. I wouldn't really be able to relax her body until I knew what that vibration was and where it was coming from. My agitation was enough to affect her bodily functions apparently. It was kind of cool the way I could control her. Maybe I could keep her body for just a while? "Stop thinking like that!!" I told myself furiously. Maybe I really was that much of a bitch in a previous life? Can't really blame myself though. I knew I probably wouldn't have much left to my own body. I had no illusions that there was going to be a happy ending for me. At this point, my happy ending was confined to killing this bastard once and for all..the way I'd set out to do all those years ago. I'd made him a promise I intended to keep...after that...I didn't really care. He finally came back over to where I was lying and offered me a drink from a tall glass. I couldn't see what was in the glass, but he'd kindly provided a straw for my convenience. Did he really think I was that stupid? "Drink it. The gas will be wearing off soon and I'll have to tie you up.. It will be your last chance to drink for awhile" His fake concern was enough to gag me. Trying hard as I could to speak, I was surprised to find I could squeak out my reply. "Go fuck yourself" I felt like patting myself on the back for getting that out, however weak and pathetic it sounded to my own ears...err...her ears. If I could have spoken in my own voice, it would have been much more intimidating. Maybe I was just kidding myself, but I didn't think so. My family always told me I should have been a drill Sargent in the Army. I would have made an excellent officer. Ah well. Life sucks then you die. I wasn't going anywhere just yet though. Not if I could help it. I was confident I could escape from his clutches this time and finally dish him up the justice he so richly deserved. I would not hesitate to kill him. I was hoping to kill him. Even if it meant my withered body would spend the rest of it's life behind bars. I was going to make him pay for what he'd done. Someone had to, and it was obvious to me that no one else wanted to tangle with him. I was ok with that. I'd promised him a long time ago that I was going to kill him. I try real hard to always keep my promises. He came back into my line of sight with a pair of handcuffs. I bet the bastard had them in all shapes, sizes, and colors. The sadistic prick. I could feel her heart beating fast again....calm down I told her......it's ok.... "Sorry Sis, but I know you'd like nothing better than to try and do something silly, like scratch my eyes out or worse, so I'm afraid I'll have to restrain you" Should have known the coward would never give me the chance to attack him. Shit! He pulled at her hands and for a second I thought I was going to catch a break and he would just handcuff them in front....but no. As he was rolling me over I felt a pain in my hip where it had been vibrating from, minutes earlier. I finally discovered the source of my discomfort a moment later when I heard him say. "What's this? A cell phone? That's a nice one. I'm afraid I'll have to turn it off now. You won't be calling anyone today" He laughed stupidly at his own funny joke. I was less amused. Dammit! I had no idea she had a phone on her. I would have been concentrating on dialing 911. I was pretty sure they still had 911 service. At the very least I could have dialed "O" and got an operator. Maybe it was for the best though. No need to involve the cops just yet, I told myself, and her, with more bravado than conviction. It wouldn't be the first time I'd killed someone. He would be the third person to be on the receiving end of my hatred. When I was 18, I'd accidentally killed a guy. I didn't mean to kill him, but I wasn't sorry that I did. I had allowed this guy to use me as a punching bag for over 2 years. He was my first love....and my last. I could admit that to myself now. I'd never loved twitch. I had loved him as a person, but not in the way a wife should love her husband. He never got that part of me because it wasn't there to give thanks to this asshole who now lay in an unmarked grave, courtesy of me and a close childhood friend, Rick. Rick had been the one I'd turned to that night. I called him in a panic and he came straight over to the small apartment we lived in. He helped me clean up all the blood, both his and mine. I was in pretty bad shape myself. ...but not as bad as he was. Rick had buried the knife I'd stabbed him with, and his body on a cliff overlooking the city. I hated the idea of him having such a good view for eternity, but I'd been in no condition to turn down Rick's generous offer to help me dispose of the bastard. Rick had always hated the guy anyway for the way he treated me. I didn't hate him though. I hated myself for allowing it for two years. When I grabbed that knife off the counter, I was only planning to use it if I had to. To this day, I don't recall stabbing him. I have no memory of it. That's why I was afraid to call the police, even when Rick begged me. In two years, I'd only called them twice. It was hardly a pattern of abuse. Rick had tried to assure me that they wouldn't lock me up for it....but I didn't believe him for a second. Cops had never been my friend. Of course, I was always in trouble with the law for one infraction or another since I was 12, so it's no surprise they didn't like me much. All this was going through my mind as I lay, still on her stomach, minus her cell-phone. Then I heard it ring. At least, I thought it was her's until I heard Nick talking to someone on the other end. "Well, this is an unexpected surprise. I thought you didn't want to help me anymore?" Wishing I could hear what was being said on the other end, I tried to listen close, even as I was still moving whatever part of her body I could get to move. I was now able to wiggle her fingers. That was a good sign. It wouldn't be long now. He'd left her feet untied. I prayed it was an oversight on his part and not something he intended to get to in a moment. "Sure, come on up. I've got a surprise for you as well" then he hung up. He walked over to me and I willed myself to remain still and not do anything rash...like try to kick him. It was hard though. "We're going to have company in a minute, so let me turn you around. I don't want you to miss a minute of it" He flipped me over and the crystal fell out of her bra and was exposed. He looked at it curiously but didn't touch it. "I didn't realize she was so into the new-age thing. She doesn't seem the type" Still peering at it intently, he now reached out to hold it and we both were shocked at what happened next. A jolt of electricity left the crystal and struck him so hard he flew back-wards and toppled over the ottoman he'd been sitting in prior. I felt it too, but it didn't hurt me.....and it didn't appear to have hurt her body either. It happened so fast I couldn't be positive though. I prayed he would stay unconcious long enough for me to use her body to escape. What the hell was that? I knew the crystal was strong but dam....could it have really killed him for me? Was God finally going to cut me a break? Chapter 39: Better the devil you know sometimes.... With no lights on in the small hallway, it was impossible to see who was bending over me. Even when he whispered in my ear "You know, you really must stop being so dam predictable...it could get you in real trouble one day".....I still had no idea who it was. He picked me up easily, even though at 5'2 and 135 lbs, I was no lightweight. Swimming and cycling had kept me in shape for over 20 years and even though I was small, I was built like a linebacker, it was all muscle. He held me over his shoulders while he fiddled with something. I heard the rattle of keys and then we walked into the room that was previously locked. It was dark in this room as well. Obviously whoever this was had no need to turn on any lights because he didn't. For all I knew, it could be a woman who held me over her shoulders like a sack of potatoes. I kept trying to scream, even though I knew it was hopeless. My mind refused to accept the fact that I was helpless. I kept hoping that the gas would wear off soon and one of those screams would be heard. A friend had once teased me about being a control freak. We laughed it off at the time, but he was right. Especially when it came to my own personal space. So, this was about the most terrifying experience someone like me could have. "Let's just make you a little more comfortable, shall we?" Said my tormentor, as casually as if he was offering me a shawl instead of removing my clothes. That's when I was pretty sure it was a male who had me in his grip. He had laid me down on something soft...could be a couch or a lounger...still wasn't sure. I was so sure it was a male until I felt the hands pawing at the buttons on my blouse. The hands felt soft, like a womans. Immediately my mind began going through the list of possible candidates, anything to distract me from what was happening. It couldn't be Crystal. Her hands were just as calloused and rough as a mans from working so much at the shop. She unloaded trucks once a week, by herself. She also did all the landscaping for the shop herself. No, this was someone who didn't work with their hands. That eliminated the housekeeper too. I felt her struggle with the clasp on my bra, fumbling to try and unhook it from the back...but it was a front-hook type and I got a small satisfaction when she gave up ...until she began pulling my shoes and socks off. "Hey! Can't I at least die with my shoes on? Let me have a little dignity here" I pleaded...still silently. Fucking gas was still just as effective as it had been 3 hours ago when it hit me. Actually, it only felt like 3 hours had passed. I knew, logically, it wasn't more than 20 minutes since I'd left twitch. Thinking about him made me want to cry, so I thought about something else quickly....like why was this person taking off all my clothes? Nope, that line of thinking was no good either. I could feel my heart pounding and I was sure it wasn't any effect from the gas. Just my own fear driving my heart like a Ferrari ..up-hill... on an endless track. So there I was. In the dark. Helpless against whoever held me prisoner...in my bra and panties. Just great. A voice in my head mocked me.. "bet you wish you'd let twitch come with you now, huh? Not so brave now, are you?" "Shut up you stupid bitch!!" I screamed silently at the voice, but it refused to shut up. "It's ok...he will save you, if he can" That's when I realized the voice wasn't mine. It was Sis. Great...now she wants to talk, I thought, with just a twinge of sarcasm. "Just listen for a moment" she said. I listened....but could hear nothing. What? What am I listening for? I begged her to answer me....but there was no other transmission...she'd hung up on me or something. Just then, I did hear something. I saw it too. The strike of a match. I could now clearly see the face of my tormentor. I wasn't at all surprised to see the wizard staring down at me as he lit a candle from a coffee table next to the "fainting couch" I was lying on. How appropriate I thought. I wasn't surprised, but I sure wished I could faint right about now. No such luck though. "You don't seem surprised....shame" He said, as he lit another candle and placed it closer to where my head was. I guess the better to savor the terror I knew was in my eyes. "I really thought you were going to be different. I had such plans for you. Such delicious plans" He's mad, I thought. He's finally flipped his lid after all these years. I wonder what had caused it? Was it his failure to contain the spell that had broke what little remained of his sanity? Seemed a shame I would probably never know. "Do you mind if I sit while we chat?" He asked, pulling over a ottoman that matched the couch. He was so calm. That worried me. He wasn't in any hurry. That worried me too. It told me that he didn't think he had reason to worry....that worried me even more. "Tell him to go fuck himself!" Said the voice in my head. Sis was back. Lovely. Now I had two crazy people tormenting me. The day was looking up I thought dryly. "I can't tell him anything....in case you haven't noticed, we can't move" I said to her telepathically. "The gas will wear off soon" She answered back, the same way. This was a pretty cool parlor trick I thought. Too bad I'd probably never get to use it. "Ah...it's a front-hook...and quite lovely I might add. I bet you'd look even better without it" He said with a grin and a leer...showing off his pointed teeth. Yeah, they still resembled sharks teeth, pointed and jagged, even though I knew they were as straight as mine. It was like an holograph that changed depending on the angle of sight or something. Your mind just automatically saw them. I prayed he'd leave my bra alone, and for now, he seemed content to do so. He wanted to gloat a little first, so it would appear that for the moment at least, he was going to leave my bra and panties intact...for now... "As I was saying before I so rudely interrupted myself, I really thought you were going to be different. I've tried many times over the years to get someone here that was like she was, and you look so much like her" I didn't have to ask who he meant, even if I could've. He was obsessed with Sis. That much was obvious to me. He had been obsessed with her from the first time he laid eyes on her. The same night he tried to rape her. "Yeah, he's always wanted what he can't have" Sis told me. "You should have seen him when he thought he was going to blackmail me with the information he'd managed to get on me" I could hear her laughing in my head..shit...ok...this was getting a little weird now. Then I had to laugh myself at the understatement of the year. This whole week had been more than just a <b>"little weird"</b> The Twilight Zone had nothing on this shit, I thought with more than a little sarcasm. What the fuck had I got myself into here? All I wanted was to discover the source of the stench. I didn't buy a ticket for this horror show. None of it....and I wanted my money back now! I was close to losing what remained of my own sanity now. "Ask that little prick what I told him!" She goaded me forcefully. Sigh....why can't I pass out now? I asked myself. I don't really need to be here. This is between them, not me. Why do I have to bear witness? "That's all I needed to hear" She said....and then I lost all connection to what was happening as she took over for me. My last thought was "There ya go....you deal with it" and then blessedly, I <i>went to sleep</i> |
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