A Deafening Scilence
Chapter 3
PG 13
The young woman held her eyes tightly shut, hoping it was a dream... praying that last night's events were all just some horrible nightmare. That when she opened her eyes she would be in her warm bed with her beloved sleeping peacefully beside her. She was half inclined to open her eyes to see if her prayers were answered, but she knew better. She knew what she would find were she to open them.
She would find him: the most psychotic man who ever lived. She had had no idea someone so cruel, so insane, so evil was even alive. True, there was evil in the world but not this kind of evil. This evil was the kind you find in fairytale stories or those science fiction books her husband loved to read.
"I always found those books to be quite dull. You know, the more I find out about your husband, the more I loathe him."
He was always there; always watching her, studying her was more like it. This was torture. No, this was not torture; her job at times, was torture. This was hell.
"I'm glad you like it," he snickered. "You see my darling Usako, you keep forgetting that I can read my mind. I can also read yours. I can also read your child's mind, what there is of it. But my mind is the easiest to read, seeing how it's mine. No Da, you know?" He let out one of his usual insane cackles as the woman shouted at him in her head.
Only Mamo-chan can call me Usako!
At this the mad man's laughter became screams. "Blast! Keep it down Usako! You'll wake the child."
She's alive?! Where is she? I know you took her out of me yesterday night! TELL ME WHERE MY CHILD IS!
The woman, or rather, Usagi, burst into tears as the crazy man restarted his sadistic laughter.
She was in hell! She was! It had been three weeks since she had been stolen away from her beautiful life with the man she loved, and placed in this purgatory.
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Usagi hummed happily as she chopped greens and broiled shrimp. She was making Mamoru's favorite dish, tempura with a negimaki appetizer, in honor of his promotion. She had a couple of other surprises planned. She could not wait to see Mamoru's face when she told him the news about their pregnancy, and could not help thinking about what was to happen afterwards. At this she blushed and giggled. The twenty-six year old woman felt as she had on their wedding night.
She walked over to the stereo and put in the CD that had their song on it. She glanced up at the clock and gasped. Mamoru would be home in half an hour! She ran into their bedroom and undid the bun atop her head, letting her ebony hair fall down and frame her jade-white face. Then, after adding a little blush and mascara, she undressed and walked over to the closet, searching for her lingerie. Suddenly she felt two strong arms grasp her waist. She gasped, but then giggled, thinking it was her husband.
"Oh Mamo-chan, you bad boy, you ruined your..." she felt something cool and sharp being dragged across her stomach. She looked down at the knife then at the left hand of the holder. There was no ring on it.
"Odoroki, surprise," the man whispered.
Usagi felt pain. Extreme pain. Pain beyond all pain. Why was she awake? A noise. There! She heard it again! Could it be? It was! It was her Mamo-chan! What was he saying? She strained to hear.
"Usako? Kanojo doko ni imasu ka?"
He was calling for her! She tried to rise, which was a mistake. She collapsed again on to... her bed? She tried to sort it out but it hurt too much to think about anything besides the pain. Suddenly she felt a pair of arms around her again. Different arms. Mamo-chan arms.
Now what was he saying? She felt him kiss her forehead, then he was gone and she was cold. Scared, shocked, and thinking he had gone because she didn't answer his first question, she called out.
"NO! Mamo-chan! Watashi wa koko de, I'm here! Come back, don't leave me please!" Ah, there he was back.
"Usako, my love, hold on." he whispered.
"Mamo-chan, I love you... just hold me."
He did as she asked, tears in his eyes. 'Mamo-chan, don't cry,' she thought.
"If you just let me go for one second I can, I can get help love, just-" She put a finger to his mouth. She knew somehow that she wasn't going to see him again for a long time. No, she wasn't going to die, she couldn't, and she loved her baby too much, both of them: her baby girl and her baby husband. No, not die, just sleep, but before she slept she had to tell him she wasn't going to die. If she didn't, he would worry.
"Shh, love just listen, it's not as it seems...it's not...I love you Mamo-chan."
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Usagi slept all right, she slept as if dead. When she awoke she found herself entirely healed, but imprisoned. She was floating vertically in a glass case filled with water. She had electrodes and tubes of all shapes and sizes attached to her body, but there was no oxygen mask on her face. Nothing whatsoever to help her breathe and yet miraculously, she could--as if she was in air.
Three weeks in hell, with an insane scientist who could read her every thought. The only thing keeping her mentally alive was the fantasy that her husband would find and rescue her. A fantasy that Dr. Kyoki assured her would never come true.
Chapter 3
PG 13
The young woman held her eyes tightly shut, hoping it was a dream... praying that last night's events were all just some horrible nightmare. That when she opened her eyes she would be in her warm bed with her beloved sleeping peacefully beside her. She was half inclined to open her eyes to see if her prayers were answered, but she knew better. She knew what she would find were she to open them.
She would find him: the most psychotic man who ever lived. She had had no idea someone so cruel, so insane, so evil was even alive. True, there was evil in the world but not this kind of evil. This evil was the kind you find in fairytale stories or those science fiction books her husband loved to read.
"I always found those books to be quite dull. You know, the more I find out about your husband, the more I loathe him."
He was always there; always watching her, studying her was more like it. This was torture. No, this was not torture; her job at times, was torture. This was hell.
"I'm glad you like it," he snickered. "You see my darling Usako, you keep forgetting that I can read my mind. I can also read yours. I can also read your child's mind, what there is of it. But my mind is the easiest to read, seeing how it's mine. No Da, you know?" He let out one of his usual insane cackles as the woman shouted at him in her head.
Only Mamo-chan can call me Usako!
At this the mad man's laughter became screams. "Blast! Keep it down Usako! You'll wake the child."
She's alive?! Where is she? I know you took her out of me yesterday night! TELL ME WHERE MY CHILD IS!
The woman, or rather, Usagi, burst into tears as the crazy man restarted his sadistic laughter.
She was in hell! She was! It had been three weeks since she had been stolen away from her beautiful life with the man she loved, and placed in this purgatory.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Usagi hummed happily as she chopped greens and broiled shrimp. She was making Mamoru's favorite dish, tempura with a negimaki appetizer, in honor of his promotion. She had a couple of other surprises planned. She could not wait to see Mamoru's face when she told him the news about their pregnancy, and could not help thinking about what was to happen afterwards. At this she blushed and giggled. The twenty-six year old woman felt as she had on their wedding night.
She walked over to the stereo and put in the CD that had their song on it. She glanced up at the clock and gasped. Mamoru would be home in half an hour! She ran into their bedroom and undid the bun atop her head, letting her ebony hair fall down and frame her jade-white face. Then, after adding a little blush and mascara, she undressed and walked over to the closet, searching for her lingerie. Suddenly she felt two strong arms grasp her waist. She gasped, but then giggled, thinking it was her husband.
"Oh Mamo-chan, you bad boy, you ruined your..." she felt something cool and sharp being dragged across her stomach. She looked down at the knife then at the left hand of the holder. There was no ring on it.
"Odoroki, surprise," the man whispered.
Usagi felt pain. Extreme pain. Pain beyond all pain. Why was she awake? A noise. There! She heard it again! Could it be? It was! It was her Mamo-chan! What was he saying? She strained to hear.
"Usako? Kanojo doko ni imasu ka?"
He was calling for her! She tried to rise, which was a mistake. She collapsed again on to... her bed? She tried to sort it out but it hurt too much to think about anything besides the pain. Suddenly she felt a pair of arms around her again. Different arms. Mamo-chan arms.
Now what was he saying? She felt him kiss her forehead, then he was gone and she was cold. Scared, shocked, and thinking he had gone because she didn't answer his first question, she called out.
"NO! Mamo-chan! Watashi wa koko de, I'm here! Come back, don't leave me please!" Ah, there he was back.
"Usako, my love, hold on." he whispered.
"Mamo-chan, I love you... just hold me."
He did as she asked, tears in his eyes. 'Mamo-chan, don't cry,' she thought.
"If you just let me go for one second I can, I can get help love, just-" She put a finger to his mouth. She knew somehow that she wasn't going to see him again for a long time. No, she wasn't going to die, she couldn't, and she loved her baby too much, both of them: her baby girl and her baby husband. No, not die, just sleep, but before she slept she had to tell him she wasn't going to die. If she didn't, he would worry.
"Shh, love just listen, it's not as it seems...it's not...I love you Mamo-chan."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Usagi slept all right, she slept as if dead. When she awoke she found herself entirely healed, but imprisoned. She was floating vertically in a glass case filled with water. She had electrodes and tubes of all shapes and sizes attached to her body, but there was no oxygen mask on her face. Nothing whatsoever to help her breathe and yet miraculously, she could--as if she was in air.
Three weeks in hell, with an insane scientist who could read her every thought. The only thing keeping her mentally alive was the fantasy that her husband would find and rescue her. A fantasy that Dr. Kyoki assured her would never come true.