Monster XIII

Monster XIII
By: Mia L. Hazlett
7/26/14

My departure was similar to my arrival.  I was thrown into a trunk, so I didn’t know where I was leaving or being taken.  Although Footsteps put me in the trunk, I couldn’t say he was the one driving.  I tried my best to stay awake, but I knew it wouldn’t last long.  Dr. Guy had given me some sort of pill prior to my little trip.  The effect began with a long blink.  Now a tingle made it from my shoulders to my fingertips.

I woke up in a bedroom.  It wasn’t my bedroom, but it was a bedroom.  It was in direct contrast to the hell I left.  There was nothing but white everywhere. I tried to get up but somehow I was back in hell.  I was alert, but once again, unable to move my legs.  I could see my legs, but could not feel them.   As the door opened, same hell with different scenery.  In walked, Maniacal, Footsteps, and the Dr. Guy, and all I could do is watch them as they approached the bed.

Dr. Guy gave me a shot in my arm, as Maniacal spoke to me.  There was a flat screen TV in the corner of the room.  I watched Footsteps walk and turn on the television.  Hope popped onto the screen.  She was in our old hell and sleeping peacefully.  He switched the channel and I was staring at myself, an electronic mirror.  He continued to change the channels and I received a virtual tour of my new “home”.

There was a tingling in my legs and I could feel a small ache in my lower back.  It wasn’t a pain, just a small uncomfortable ache.  Maniacal explained they had inserted a tracking device in my back.  Footsteps pressed a button on the side of the TV and it became a monitor.  A red dot blinked.  I knew I was the dot, but he quickly switched the channel back to Hope.  I did not have time to see the street names that were listed around the blinking dot.

Amazingly, my freedom and bondage shared the same screen. If I decided to leave, I would just have to figure out where I was. They could track me if they wanted, but this was the closest I had come to freedom.   But Maniacal had his name for a reason.  If I did leave, Hope was dead.  My life or hers.  Who did I have more loyalty towards? Myself or the woman I gave my word to?
Copyright © 2014 Mia L. Hazlett

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