The Deluge
Jadecoyote
Rated:M
The dampness was setting in and the stench of the slaughter house was almost unbearable. Lucky laid on her side on the rumpled and discolored mattress, wearing a flimsy white nightgown that was given to her. To accompany the nightgown a pair of shackles were fasted to her ankles with long chains. It gave her the ability to go to the bathroom, but not to escape. Also she was on the second floor which would make it even harder. If she escaped the room and got to the stairs she would risk falling to her death, they would as well be keeping a closer eye on her. A tremor ran through her as she tried to imagine the horrors they had in store for her. Letting out soft breaths she felt overwhelmed and frightened. It didn't lessen as the days passed but only engrained that sense of loss and fear. Everyone was dead and she had no way of escape.
Luda May walked in carrying a tray filled with food and a glass of lemonade. Lucky didn't feel very hungry but she was hot and tired. The air smelt rank and churned her stomach. Even if they force fed it to her she felt she would throw it up. "You must be thirsty. These nights get so hot"she simpered and made a clucking of her tongue. Lucky stared at her and flexed her feet causing the shackles to jingle. "Wheres Tommy?"she asked in half-disbelief that she was wondered where one of her captors were, as if he had a shred of humanity. "Oh hes being punished. He cant be trusted around you until you learn your lesson." the old woman said. Lucky stared at the lemonade and remembered how she got into this situation in the first place.
"Please let me go. I want to go home"She said feeling the tears stinging her eyes. Luda May sturred the soup that was in a china bowl. She shook her head as if Lucky was a small child and said something absolutely foolish. "You don't have a family to go to, child. You talk in you sleep. There is nothing left out there for you. Think of it this way sweety. Even if you did get way noone would accept you."she said and placed the spoon down, the old woman's face almost in an expression of contritness. "I heard you talkin about how you blame yourself for your parent death. You lived child so you could come to us. We are your family now. Once you accept that you will be alot happier."she said and reached out a gnarled hand and patted Lucky's arm. The humidity caused her arms and legs to itch and ache. The shackles on her legs were almost too much to take.
"Well girly did you think I forgot about you? You thought you could fly away and Luda May is mighty disappointed in ya" Nubbins said and shuffled his way to the bed. This made Lucky feel like a mouse stuck in one of those steel traps,but there was no illusion of reward, this was sheer suffering. "You can't hurt me. Luda May would be very upset with you"she said but her voice was shaking and the fear visited her again like a trespasser in the night.
"Shes not too happy wit you right now. I won't hurt you but I think I will have some fun"he replied grabbing his crotch in an obscene way. Sickness welled up in her. She could taste the acidic vomit in her throat. Her throat closed neither letting her throw it up or swallow it down. Lucky put her hands out trying to push him away as he climbed ontop of her. She started to scream but nearly choked on her own rising vomit. This was far more horriable then being hacked into pieces. He was going to rape her and there wasn't much she could do about it.
Before he could act out this grizzly crime the door slammed open with a great force. As her legs were being forced open by the disgusting, degenerate Nubbins was suddenly grabbed by the back of the neck and like a rag doll tossed off to the side. Tommy stood there looking down at her, his breathing ragged. Nubbins got up very slowly and like a rat facing a bigger threat then himself hobbled out of the room. He couldn't tell anyone what happened at risk of geting in trouble himself.
"Tommy..."she whispered but it came out as a small, pained sound. Then for the second time that day she was met with another suprise. The behemoth of a man sat down on the bed, the weight of his body causing the springs to grind and groan from it. He scooped her up into his arms as if she weighed nothing and laid her head against his chest, stroking her hair as if trying to comfort her. It was another really surreal moment. Finally the flood gates had finally opened and she started to sob. She sobbed for her friends, for herself, for everything terriable she was witnessing and was running out of time.
(Yes to be continued one more time. I will be wrapping this up soon but I have to figure out how. )
