Epiphany #172: Arrivals

            Mara’s eyes opened slowly.  At first, it felt like any lazy Sunday morning at home.  Except for the pounding headache.  She tried to sit up, but found that her body would not move.  She blinked, trying to get some of the morning crustiness from sleeping in her contacts out of her eyes. They were dry and itchy with that wonderful burning sensation caused by her eye make up having found it’s way into her eyes rather than just decorating them.  She tried to assess what was happening, but was getting nowhere fast. It seemed as if her brain was sluggish and her body wasn’t even responding.She decided to look around the room but didn’t see anything that gave her the most remote clue as to where she was or how she got there.  The room was plain and white.  So white, in fact, that it almost hurt her already abused feeling eyes.  The bed was the only real furniture that she could tell, but she sensed that there was a table in the room where she couldn’t see.

            The man walked down the hallway slowly, savoring the moment of his impending arrival.  He padded down the hallway in his slippers, pausing outside of the first door in the hallway.  He put his ear to the door and listened.  There was no sound.  He knew that there wouldn’t be. He had insulated the rooms himself.  He had especially enjoyed the woman on the other side of this door.  He looked at the small screen that he had mounted next to the door and pushed the blue button that would allow him to see into the room.  There were four cameras mounted in the room and this allowed him to see the woman from every angle.  Her eyes were fluttering opened and closed. He could tell that she was trying to process what was happening to her.  He pressed the button that turned the monitor off and walked down the hall.

            Dakota was starting to panic.  Her mouth was dry and her throat was sore from screaming.  She hadn’t seen anyone since she had woken up here.  Occasionally, she felt as if she were being watched. The room she was in was blindingly white.  She had been drifting in and out of sleep.  She couldn’t feel any part of her body except for her head, which had been pounding since she had first woken up here.  She only felt safe when she was asleep, but suspected that she was somehow being drugged.  She had woken up to see little things changed. A table had appeared with a water pitcher on it.  Sometimes it was full of ice water, sometimes not.  There didn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to it.

            The man watched the woman scream silently on the small monitor next to her door.  He desperately wanted to hear her, but knew that sound in the hallway would be heard by others.  Not that he had ever had visitors.  It was getting to be close to time for this one.  She had dark hair and piercing hazel eyes.  He didn’t know what had attracted her to him. She was different than the others.  He would miss this one.  She even screamed in her sleep.  He watched her drift off to sleep again.  He turned the monitor off here, too. Then continued down the hall.

            Susanna was tired. She didn’t think she’d eaten for a long time.  Her stomach was growling and had been for a long time. She’d lost track of time because her sleep was all messed up. She’d stopped wondering where she was.  She’d stopped wondering why.  She felt terrible.  After she had woken up the first time and vomited from the headache that she had, she had been given a little more movement.  Now she could turn her head enough to actually vomit over the edge of the table.  She didn’t know how she still had anything to vomit, it seemed mostly like bile and left an awful acidic taste in her throat that burned.  She felt the bile rising in her again and she turned her head to throw up.  Her body convulsed against what she figured was straps.  She closed her eyes and swallowed hard.

            The man swallowed with her.  The little blonde girl was starting to lose weight already.  He didn’t really like cleaning up after the pukers, but it was a hazard of the hobby.  He didn’t like having to loosen the straps that held the girls down, but he also treasured watching them.  This one was getting messy.  He turned the monitor off here too and continued to the last room in the hallway.

            Krista was lying on the bed curled up in a ball.  There weren’t any thoughts in her head anymore.  She hadn’t moved in a few days.  The man watched her for some time every day, but it hadn’t changed in three days.  He knew that she had gone, but he was enjoying the thought of what he had done.  He smiled.  It felt odd, but it was good.  This girl was going to look beautiful in his album.  She looked so angelic with her blonde hair splayed out behind her.  He’d brushed it until it shone.  She was so beautiful.  He went to the hall closet and opened it.  He reached in and took the digital camera off of the shelf.  Digital cameras were so much better than film.  He smiled again as he thought of how these pictures were going to look.  He turned back around and stopped in front of the door taking one last look at the monitor as he put his hand on the knob and started to turn.

2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. deek
    Jan 16, 2010 @ 23:05:54

    I like the content of the story. It gives me a lot of visuals and gets me wondering just what is going on. A sort of kidnap/forced sex house, maybe? Not sure, but it certainly could go there.

    Maybe I am taking the assignment too literally (although I don’t normally), but I don’t see any arrivals going on. Each of the girls, are already in their rooms. I would have really have liked to have read each of them first arriving to this place.

    Same with the man. He’s already there and is just checking up on the girls. I suppose each checkup is a form of arrival, but I’d like to have more.

    Much like Thom’s, these separate sections are all the same story. Unlike Thom’s, I can see each of these taking place in order. Thom’s were all part of the same story, but there were large gaps of time.


  2. deek
    Jan 23, 2010 @ 15:53:57

    I had to reread my comments based on your reaction today at B&N. I didn’t think any of this was bad. I like the scenes and would definitely benefit from hearing more about what is going on. That face-to-face factor, I suppose:)


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