Prodigal Son
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Kelly slowly climbed the stairs, being careful with her injured ankle. She didn't know how much time she had before Masterson returned. Getting through the rain curtain wasn't that difficult, though it left her wet and cold. No burning sensation appeared on her skin and from that, she knew that Masterson had lied. It was only water, pure and simple. If getting soaked were the worst of it, maybe getting through the rest of this ordeal would be the same. At least she knew her clothes would dry with time, if she had enough of that precious commodity. If only she could buy some more. As she climbed to the next step, Kelly looked back from where she came. She was only half way up and the height left her feeling dizzy.
"Well, well, well . . ."
Kelly's head whipped back around to see Masterson standing not that far from her. She didn't even hear him approach.
"I see you saw through my deception. Well that's not going to help you."
"Ooouugh!" Kelly cried out as Masterson lunged for her, grabbing her hair.
"It looks like I'm going to have to teach you a lesson as well."
Kelly tried her best not to put any weight on her right ankle, but Masterson's grip on her hair brought tears to her eyes as he dragged her up the stairs.
"I don't know how you got out of my trap, but no one makes a fool of me."
Kelly struggled with all of her might, but could not get Masterson to let go. His fingers were too entangled in her hair to be released. She did her best to try to watch and to learn what this madman was going to do next. Her face grew pale as she saw his hands reach for a knife, but she didn't expect him to do what he did next. Suddenly she was dropping to the floor as Masterson cut through her beautiful brunette curls. She was always proud of her hair, because it was like her father's before his turned gray. She thought she could handle just about anything; being trussed up like a chicken, even being handcuffed from head to toe, but this was the worst. This was the one bit of torture she could not endure. Kelly Blaisdell broke down and cried.
"No, no, no,” Kelly sobbed with her face in her hands, hiding the shame she felt. "Ough!" She cried out again as Masterson grabbed what was left of her hair and roughly pulled her head back.
"You don't know what grief is, girl. You will wish for death when I get through with you. And Peter Caine will weep over your dead body."
Kelly barely whimpered a reply. Her ankle was surely broken after the rough treatment she received, and her hair was in tatters. It would take months for it to grow out, if she even lived to see it. The fact that she might not even live through this ordeal was slowly sinking in.
*Oh, Peter where are you?* Kelly cried out in her mind. *Do you even know what's happening?*
Kelly was shaking as Masterson pulled her roughly to her feet and shoved her through another door. She collapsed on the floor due to her swollen ankle. Then Masterson grabbed her shirt and ripped it from her body. Kelly feared that the next move he was going to do was rape her, but he just stood over her with her ripped shirt in his hands, leering at her.
'If he's not going to rape me now, he's certainly thinking about it in the near future,' she thought, trying to interject some humor but it fell flat in her own mind. Even so, with as much courage as she could muster, Kelly asked, "What are you going to do with my shirt? Please, give it back. I'm cold.".
"I don't care if you freeze to death. I need this more than you. You'll stay in here until I decide what to do with you. Right now I've got an appointment to keep."
Kelly heard the door slam and locked behind her, and she was once again plunged into darkness. The room had no windows. The switch that turned on the light must have been located just outside the door. With her shirt gone, she had no way to pick the lock, since she had returned the slim piece of metal to its hiding place to conceal it from Masterson. With that gone her courage and hope quickly evaporated and she once again broke down in tears.
“If only this nightmare would end!” she sobbed dejectedly. "If only this would end."
Continues with Part 13
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