A.N. Going to be posting chapters more frequently to get the completed story out before going into hospital Monday for 5 days of tests.
Did you know that 5 days here is the equivalent to 5 months in there? Still, at least it's my other half that's taking me there, not a Hell Hound
Small "m" Warning - Implied rape/torture (Not graphic)
Threads - Chap 11
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Staring into the oven and feeling satisfied that everything in there was doing what it should be doing cooking wise, the chef straightened up and began untying his apron, strolling towards Dean as he removed it. Stopping to gaze down at the captive, he gave Dean a friendly wink.
"You wanna watch your mouth with that one lad. Don't let that angel smile fool you. She's one evil twisted bitch, an' you already got yourself on her bad side. I'm bettin' whatever 'appens, you gonna regret walkin' in here...How'd you manage to get your scrawny ass into this joint anyways?"
Dean attempted and failed to shrug.
"Parked up an' used the door. You know, usual route. But hey...If I'm not the kinda customer you like here, untie me an' I promise I'll leave!"
"Funny guy huh? Well, you just keep on smilin' pal, while you still can. Oh, F.Y.I.? I'm gonna be havin' me some good fun with your friend Hazel soon as she's out the freezer. She's gonna be screwed before I fuck her You just keep yourself entertained imaginin' what I'm gonna do to that cow. I guarantee, what she gets is gonna be waaay worse than anythin' you can come up with. See, I got me some real special interests. Course, that juicy piece o' trash might not've been about to find that out for herself if you hadn't shown your face round here. You might wanna think on that while I'm doin' her... Tell you this much, dipshit, I'm intendin' there's not gonna be much left inside that works proper after I'm through with her!"
The chef walked away laughing as Dean writhed and fought in earnest against his bonds, all the while throwing curses and threats after the overweight chef's rear view.
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Hazel sat on the floor at the front of the meat freezer her knees drawn up to her body, leaning up against an iced over wall in the pitch black. The door opening let in light which, for a while, blinded her.
"Who's there? Who is it?"
"It's just me honey."
Relief flooded through Hazel at the sound of Porsche's voice.
"Porsche? Thank goodness! Get me outta here!"
"I will babe. Chef sent me to get you. He's said you can come out provided you're ready to get back to work. Otherwise I gotta leave you in here. Don't be an idiot Hazel, please say you'll do it...Say you'll do the job so's I can let you out, ok? Hazel? I don't wanna have to leave you here sweetheart."
"Where's the guy? Where's Dean?"
Porsche shook her head.
"See, he's why you ended up in here. Forget that shit-head honey. You gotta start thinkin' about yourself."
Hazel nodded miserably.
"Ok...I will. I'll do my job, promise. Please Porsche? Can I come out? I don't like it in here, it's scary in the dark when the door's closed."
Porsche smiled brilliantly.
"Of course you can come out babe. I'm so pleased for you. Let's go. Chef wants a word first, then we'll get you back out front, let our customers know everythin's ok."
Standing, Hazel moved towards Porsche's outstretched hand and took hold of it gratefully, allowing Porsche to lead her back through into the kitchen area.
"Is...Is Chef still angry with me?"
Porsche gave Hazel a reassuring smile and squeezed her hand.
"No sweetie. He's just real disappointed that you didn't back the team when things kicked off. He's the boss honey, he needs to know you understand your duties. He wants to make certain you're clear 'bout his expectations of us as his waitresses is all. Ok? He's in the rest room waitin', wants to keep things private between you an' him."
As the kitchen opened up, Hazel ground to a halt when she saw Dean secured to the table normally used for food prep. Dean spotted the waitress at the same moment.
"Hazel! You gotta run, get outta here! The chef's a sick fuck, don't go in..."
Dean's words became unintelligible, muffled mumbles as Porsche's hand slammed down over his mouth and nose.
"See babe? This piece a' shit's already tryin' to get you into more trouble! I didn't wanna say but, he thought it was real funny chef had to lock you in that freezer to calm down. Go on, you get yourself to the rest room, I'll see to this asswipe. Go on now, don't keep Chef waitin'. Then after, you an' me can get back to doin our job, ok baby girl?"
Walking past the table where he was lying, Hazel averted her eyes, unable to watch Dean's attempts to dislodge Porsche's hand.
"He can't breathe, you need to let him breathe Porsche."
"I told you sweetie, I'll take care of him. I'm gonna gag him like I should 'a done earlier. Go on babe. I'll see you out front when Chef's done with you."
Hazel scuttled the rest of the way, following in the direction the chef had taken. Porsche looked down at Dean's reddened face, grinning as he strained to draw air past her hand, his eyes starting to flicker closed.
"Take my advice, keep your trap shut when I lift my hand. One shout an' Chef'll understand I had to make you pipe down anyway I could. Gottit?"
Dean barely nodded, Lifting her hand off his face, Dean instantly started drawing in rasping lungs full of air. Recovering quickly, eye's full of vengeance glared up at the woman, then followed her every move whilst she looked around for something to use as a gag. Dean hissed and spat his hatred towards her.
"You really arefubar, you know that, babe? Wanna know somthin' else? I'm really gonna enjoy watchin' you die when I snuff you out like the fugly little insectoid that you are."
Porsche returned to him, having raided an old first aid kit. Jerking Dean's head up off the table, she began tightly and methodically winding a self holding bandage around the back of Dean's head, running it from there across his mouth , back behind his head, then over his mouth, again and again.
"D'you wanna know somethin', darlin'? You shouldn't go round makin' promises you're not up to keepin', ."
A woman's scream, full of terror and pain, had Dean straining against his bonds again and Porsche giggling at his efforts.
"Awww, listen at that. I'm guessin' the real fun's started. You know, Chef can get real creative in his cookin', always experimentin', mixin' unusual flavours an' ingredients. He's creative like that in other areas too; if you get my meanin'? Sounds to me like your girlfriend ain't appreciative of his experiments though...Wow! Just listen to that! Seems whatever he tried out that timereally didn't fit well with her!"
Bile rose up, burning Dean's throat, the gag forcing him to swallow it back down when Hazel's scream's hit a new, raw and frantic pitch. Each sound of pain and terror she made tore into Dean like a physical blow, an accompaniment for the mantra pounding inside his head. My fault...My fault...
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The sounds of Hazel's torture at the hands of the sadistic chef permeated through into the patron's dining area as nothing more unusual than the normal noises of a busy kitchen and so, completely unaware that anything might be wrong, the customers continued with their shared discussions about that day's earlier drama. Every voice however, faded into silence when the door to the diner opened, and all eyes were instantly directed towards the newest arrival.
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