Monsters
By
Karen Singer
Chapter 22 – The Salesman – Part 1 of 2
One of the maids led Carol through
the mansion and out the back door. She
saw the car that had picked up the two men she had captured, pulling up near a
barn far behind the main house. There weren’t
any horses or anything else in the beautifully fenced in fields, but she knew
that at one time this had to have been a home where many horses had been
kept. Now, it was just another of the
temporary properties that her mother owned around the world. One she would probably sell when they were
done.
The maid had stopped at the back
door of the house. Carol barely noticed
the maid as she continued walking toward the barn. And there was her mother, Susan, and Mr. Wu,
watching the two men being manhandled from the back of the car and forced to
enter the barn. Those poor men had no
idea what was about to happen to them. If
they were alive when it was over, nobody would call them men anymore. And they would most likely be alive since her
mother didn’t believe in actually killing anyone.
Carol had always considered herself to be a monster, ever since her
mother had told her that Roger Brinkley, the man she has always considered to
be her first victim, had called her one.
She had gotten that image in her mind, and oddly, it had been an image
that she liked. An image that she wanted
to live up to. She knew even back then
that all the things that ran through her mind were things that everyone else
would find atrocious. She didn’t
care. She was a monster. She was the thing that went bump in the
night. And she was proud of it. But her mother was totally different. Carol liked to kill. She was good at it. But what her mother did to her victims was much
worse.
“Carol,” her mother called the moment she saw her daughter. She hurried toward her. The two of them hugged tightly.
“I found you two men to play with,”
Carol told her. “Although I have a
feeling that both of them are going to be useless.”
“Never worry,” her mother
replied. “We’ll soon find out every
little thing they know. Do you have any
ideas what you’d like done with them after their interrogation?”
“No. That’s up to you,” Carol replied.
“Oh good!” Janice replied
happily. “I found some new materials I
wanted to try using. I think they could
prove most interesting.”
“New materials?”
Janice squeezed her daughter as
they continued into the barn. “You’ll
see.”
“Are you going to do them both at
the same time?” Carol asked.
“No. I think I’d rather do them separately. That way I know for sure then that I’m
getting what I want with them.”
“Mom, anyone standing around just
to watch gets sucked into it too.
Everyone!”
“I know, but still, I like to be
thorough.”
Carol knew that about her
mother. What she did, she did to the
very best of her ability. Everything her
mother did, she did as well as she possibly could.
Janice led her daughter up to Susan
and Mr. Wu who were watching what was being done with the men. One had been hauled off and closed away in a
room at the back of the barn, but the other one was now being pushed into a
special closed off room that had been constructed from three of the horse
stalls. Mr. Wu headed into that room to
supervise the preparations.
“Any luck?” Susan asked Carol.
“Not really. And I have a feeling that these two know less
than nothing. But they’re the best I was
able to find today.
“No matter,” Susan told her. “We have some of our best interrogators here. And after your mother gets them set up, I
have no doubt we’ll get all kinds of interesting information out of them.”
“I know,” Carol replied. “I just doubt you’ll get anything that will
help me find Brandy.”
“We’ll see,” Susan told her. “By the way, your new motorcycle helmets
should be here in a little while. The
company sent them with one of their representatives so he could examine the
ones that took the bullets.”
“Good!” Carol replied. “That reminds me,” she said. “Brandy was taken down by gas. Beastman seems to like using it. Can you get me a gas mask?”
Susan smiled. “Easily done, but if I remember correctly,
the representative from the company that’s bringing your new helmets may have another
solution for that.”
“Another solution?”
“They’re the same company that created
your custom riding suits,” Susan told her.
“They send me sales information once in a while about their new
products. And I know for a fact that
since you’ve bought so many of those suits over the years, that they’ve been
working on updates. And one of those
updates I read about was for some way to deal with gas attacks.”
“Great! But how long before I can get it? I can’t wait.
I need something now.”
“We’ll talk to him. And I’ll also have a gas mask found and sent
here right away.”
“Thanks,” Carol replied.
“I believe all is ready,” Mr. Wu
said, walking out of the room where the first victim for Janice had been
placed. “Janice, the iced tea in there
is fresh and cold.”
“Thank you,” Janice replied
happily.
“Go get-em, Mom,” Carol
replied. “Find me some answers.”
Janice went over and hugged her
daughter. “I know how much Brandy means
to you. I’ll drain everything I
can. If he knows anything helpful at
all, we’ll know about it soon.”
“Thanks, Mom,” Carol replied as she
tightened her hug. “I don’t think you
know how much Brandy really means to me.
I didn’t realize it until last night, but I love her, Mom. I really love her. A lot!
So much, that not having her here, hurts.”
Janice hugged her daughter
again. “I’m here to help, dear. You know I’ll do everything I can.”
“I know, Mom. You don’t know how much I appreciate it.”
Janice kissed her daughter’s cheek,
then turned away from her and walked into the room. Her first victim in weeks! She loved ruining men. She loved destroying them utterly. Not killing, but totally destroying
them. And she was good at it.
The black man’s hands had been
released and he had been stripped naked.
A special collar had been locked tightly around his neck with a chain from
that collar leading up to a beam in the ceiling. The chain reached down to the floor, but no
further. The man could stand, sit, or
lay down, but moving very far from that spot was impossible. For now, Janice stayed well away from how far
that man could get.
The man was sitting fearfully on
the floor. She noticed a bandage had
been tied around his hand. She had no
doubt that her daughter had probably shot him there. She had seen that several times before. There was a simple chair placed in the middle
of the room right next to him. Perfect. Janice walked over to the small table near
the door. The table held a large jug of
iced tea, a glass, and a remote control.
There was literally nothing else in the room…except several cameras and
microphones. The cameras would record
everything. Someone would always be
watching. The microphones would record
all the sound as well, but almost nothing of what was said in here would ever
be heard. It was too dangerous for the
listener. She didn’t quite understand
why, but everyone who listened for any amount of time, seemed to get caught up
in what she was doing to her victims. If
they weren’t watched, the listener would become just as hypnotized and eventually
brainwashed as the men she was working on.
She poured herself a glass of iced tea from the cooler and took a sip. Perfect.
Just the way she liked it. She
picked up the remote control. The
control had only three buttons on it.
Nothing else.
“What do you want?” the man asked
as she turned to face him.
“What I want,” Janice replied, “is
for you to sit in the chair.”
“And what if I don’t?” the man
replied nastily.
They always seemed to start that
way. Janice immediately hit one of the
buttons on the remote control in her hand.
The collar attached to the man’s neck immediately sent the largest dose
of painful electricity right into his neck.
The man twisted and turned in pain until Janice removed her thumb from
the remote control. “Now,” Janice said
sternly. “Sit in the chair!”
The man slowly picked himself up
from the floor and started to move. But the
painful electric shock came back again.
This time only for a moment.
“Faster!” Janice ordered.
The man hurried to sit in the
chair. Janice went to the table and took
another sip of her tea. The man now knew
what awaited him if he didn’t do what she said.
It was now time to get busy. She
sipped again at her tea. It would be a
while before she would be able to drink again.
She stood in front of the man. “Stand up!”
He was too slow and her finger hit
the remote control button again. “Stand
up!” she ordered. The man stood quickly. “Now sit down!”
“Stand up. Sit down.”
The orders were repeated over and over again. Each time the man didn’t move fast enough, he
got jolted with the electricity from the collar around his neck. But the orders to stand up and sit down were
soon joined by other orders. Raise your
right arm. Raise your left arm. Lower your right arm. Raise your right knee. Lower your left arm. Over and over, faster and faster. Each time the man moved the wrong part of his
body, and each time he didn’t move fast enough, he got jolted with
electricity. Sometimes it was a heavy
dose, sometimes she hit the button that gave him only a very mild jolt. But each time, each movement, brought him
further under her control.
Her voice seemed to drone on and on
giving him the orders, orders that very gradually came faster and faster. But soon those orders were laced with the concept
that he didn’t have time to think when she told him to do something. The only way he could get through it was to
let her do the thinking for him. Over
and over. Stand up. Sit down.
Stand up. Raise your left
arm. Don’t think. Let me do your thinking for you. My will is your will.
It always took a little while, but
Janice knew the signs perfectly. Some
people couldn’t be hypnotized. But the
way Janice did it, nobody could resist. Of
course, what she did to them started with a form of hypnosis, but she went much
further than that, much further than mere brain washing. She took control of their brain – completely! Eventually, she knew she was working with someone
who was totally under her control. But
that didn’t mean she could stop or even slow down. She wouldn’t do that until she knew for sure
that she had cemented herself in his brain.
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