Page 46 of Redemption
Nothing there...
Nor over there...
Holy shit... Is that...? No... That’s... That’s a vacuum cleaner. Had me worried for a second.
As I finish my preliminary search for the item and come up empty, I breathe a sigh of relief. Not a single gigantic tentacle in sight.
Thank you, baby Jesus.
And, to be honest, other than the benches and other various consent-ridden torture devices, the room is pretty empty. No beds or benches, no toilets, not even a bucket to shit in. It also seems like I’m the only unfortunate soul in this dungeon.
I plan to write up a well-written note for customer service since I did not consent to this. Where’s a trustworthy dungeon master when you need one? Literally left me hanging here with no answers whatsoever.
Bad, dungeon master. Bad.
I huff a sigh at the intrusive silence, about to call out“RED”to end the so-called scene I’ve unintentionally ended up in, but a sadistic grin curves my lips as a genius thought comes to mind.
Time to get this show on the road.
∞∞∞
“AND IIIIIIIIIIIIIII-EEE-IIIIIIIIIIIIIIII WILL ALWAYS.... ANNOOOOOOY YOU-OOOOOOOOO-OOOH!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
God, I love Whitney.
“Will you. SHUT. THE FUCK. UP!”
I smile, knowing I've gotten under the guard’s skin, and it’s only moments before he comes in here and gives me something to do. I started singing forty-three songs ago, everything from Shania Twain to Limp Bizkit, Eminem to Enya,even threw in some “Hold On” by Wilson Phillips, the lyrics held lovingly in my brain for just such an occasion. But now? After being ignored for hours on end? I’m pulling out the big guns.
It’s time for some of Canada’s finest.
"YOOOOOOOOU’RE HEEEERE!!!!! BUT THERE’S NAAAAAAAAAAHT A THING TO FEAR!!!! CAUSE I KNOOOOOOW I’M JUST GONNA... KEEP SIIIIIIIIIINGIIIING.” My voice scratches and squeaks on the last note, but I push on, letting my inner Celine Dion shine and save me from this fortress of solitude.
“THAT’S IT!
Oooooh mama. Here we go!
I smirk with triumph when the sound of jingling keys reaches my ears as the guard shoves the metal into the lock. He twists them and then throws the door wide open, stomping his fat ass over in my direction with nothing but anger in his eyes and a bright as fuck flashlight in his hand aimed right at me. I wince at the sudden change, turning my head away from the blinding intrusion. In the next second, his fist connects to my face. A sickening crunch reverberates about the room, and my good eye blurs, but it’s not enough to send me on a deep-sea voyage to live out my wet dreams with Leonardo fucking DiCaprio.
“Fuck, man.” I spit out a glob of blood, knowing he just split my lip. “Not a Titanic fan?”
“What did I tell you?!” he yells back, his face bulging with aggravation while turning a purplish shade of red.
“Well, it certainly wasn’t that you were going to draw me like one of your French girls, although, in my current state, Ithink I could pull it off.” I twist, jutting my ass out to the side while I open my mouth and close my eyes seductively.
Well, the one eye. The other is already there, baby! Gold stars for you, buddy.
He throws his fist at me again, hitting my bad eye and almost making me see stars.
“Ah! Goddammit! That’s my good side, Fuck-knuckles!” I spit at him, my bloody saliva landing on his chin. “How’s my girl gonna wanna get with me if you keep making me look likeyourugly ass!”
He shakes out his hand, checking the damage, but when he looks back up at me, he smiles, the emotion all wrong from where we were a second ago. “Oh, we know all about your girl.”
I can practically feel the blood leeching from my skin at his knowledge of Aly. Son of a bitch better not have touched her; better be fucking bluffing, or I swear to God he will wear his own ass as a hat before I’m done with him.
The asshole licks his lips hungrily at the thought of her, the slight movement making me want to vomit, but thankfully my empty stomach keeps me from doing so. “And your boys, come to think of it. Oh yeah, we got them too. They’re just in... other areas.Neededin other areas. Like your sweet girl.” If his eyes could get any darker, they’d be pitch black. “Oh, she’s a looker, that one. Gonna be real popular around here after processing. I guess, if you’re good, you might even see her, too. But if you keep acting like a prick, I’ll make sure you never see her again. Don’t worry your little heart, though. We’ll make sure to take good care of her.” He puts up three fingers on one hand, while his other hand grabs at his crotch. “Scout’s honor.”
You motherfucker.
