Deliverance for Amelia (6 page)

Chapter Twelve: Amelia

I
WATCH IN TERROR as Gabe removes Mrs. Brooks’ clothes. Her screams are deafening, my own throat hoarse from the screams that have been escaping me. Now I shiver as I press my knees against my chest, hoping that the floor beneath me gives way and sucks me in.

The room is definitely strange, and seems to have been made for my master’s twisted desires. The floors and walls are metal, and there is a drain at each corner of the room. There is a wooden wheel, with four straps (obviously intended for a person’s limbs) hanging from the wall. There are various other torture devices, one of which looks to be used to slowly asphyxiate a person.

The table with the smaller torture devices is the scariest part, because I can’t even imagine what most of them are intended to do. The Rack, as he calls it stands out the most – it is wooden and my eyes can’t leave the blood that has stained it. Everything about this room sucks the breath out of my lungs. How can these horrible atrocities play out in such a lovely home, at the hands of such a beautiful man?

I can’t believe that I hit this poor woman. Why in the hell would I ever be jealous? When she made that remark, something inside me snapped and when I realized what he was about to do, I thought that I could change his mind. Now, he has me bound to watch him torment this poor soul.

My gaze follows him as he saunters over to the table of torture devices and scans a hand over them, as if he’s waiting for one of them to call out to him. Unfortunately, one does.

He lifts the device and his gaze turns to me. He smiles deviously as he stalks over to me and kneels down. He holds it out to me and I look over it. It’s a black metal mask, which ties at the back. There are only holes for the eyes.

“This is an 18
th
century Scold’s Bridle.” He flips it over to show me the inside as he continues, “See, this is the bit. It has spikes that will sit on her tongue, if she screams or tries to beg me to stop, it will be incredibly painful. These date back to 1567. They would use them on women, primarily – as a form of public humiliation. Women who were accused of being witches, scolds or shrews…” He pauses as he looks over his shoulder at Mrs. Brooks as she writhes around, screaming her head off. His eyes snap back to mine, an amused expression on his face – as if this entire thing is completely normal, “I don’t know about her being a witch… but I would certainly consider her a shrew…” He gently runs a finger over my cheek before he stands once more and approaches the woman. A sob escapes as I look helplessly on, Mrs. Brooks is wearing only her bra and underwear at this point.

“NO!” She exclaims as he jabs a finger into each of her cheeks, causing her jaw to unclamp. She moans as he inserts the bit and then ties the mask around her head quickly. He steps back and simply looks down at her. The low, guttural sounds escaping her make my stomach flip.

“G-Gabe, please… I can’t watch.” I whimper.

His eyes meet mine as he walks towards me and kneels down, “Baby, what’s wrong? What is it?”

He can’t be serious.

All I can do is cry uncontrollably as he takes me into his arms. I wrap my arms around him, and for a moment, I forget that he’s a stone cold killer, a sick, twisted killer.

“Look at me, Amelia.” He says tacitly. I look into his green eyes. “This is who I am. I will not change, I have an itch that needs to be scratched, I live to kill. If I do not, then I go crazy.” He pauses and runs a finger along my jaw, “If she weren’t on that table, it would be you – my love. Do you understand?”

Tears continue to flow as my breath hitches. He would do those terrible things to me?

“Now, let your Master get back to work.” He begins to stand, but stops and abruptly squeezes my jaw in his large hand before pulling my face to his, “And don’t forget, I am your
master
– you are my
slave
– do not call me anything but
MASTER
.”

I jerk my head up and down as I attempt to nod, “Y-y-yes Master.” I stammer as he continues to the table containing his instruments.

I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here. Gabe will not allow me to look away from what he’s doing to poor Mrs. Brooks. There is a pool of vomit next to me from watching the horrible acts against this woman. The things he’s capable of – they scare the hell out of me. I don’t understand how he can go from hot to cold so quickly. He can spread warmth through me one second, and the next he can make my blood run cold. He’s a sadistic, evil man.

Once he’d gotten her gagged, he cut off her underwear. He used what’s called a “Breast Ripper” to tear into her breasts. Each end has two inward spikes and as he squeezed it, it ripped easily through her flesh, causing silicone and blood to run together down her rib cage. He had said that this particular device had been used most often in Germany and France. It was used against women accused of adultery or abortion, and if it didn’t kill them they would be left horribly disfigured. She tried to scream, but the sound only came out as a gurgle and blood began to leak from the edges of the mask.

That wasn’t the worst part though.

He went back to the horrid “table of toys” as he called it, and retrieved a pear shaped contraption.

The Pear of Anguish does not look as ominous as it should. It is actually, quite beautiful. It has a metal body with four “leaves” with spoon like segments. At the top of it, there is a screw.

Gabe said that the invention of this device is attributed to a thief by the name of “Capitaine Gaucherou de Palioly”. He would use it to subdue a wealthy Parisian while he would rob their home, though he would gag them with it. Unfortunately, Gabe had other plans.

He untied Mrs. Brooks’ legs from The Rack and lifted them over her head with ropes hanging from the ceiling. He then put the Pear of Anguish inside of her opening, explaining to me that with each twist, the leaves would open more and more, tearing into her insides. With each turn of the screw, she made every attempt to escape. She writhed, she bucked and the more she fought, the more blood would seep out of the outline of the mask. Finally, she had stilled, and I thought that she had died – however, Gabe assured me that her body went into shock. He gave her a shot of something and woke her back into the hell that she was forced to live. The last minutes of her life, she was put through the ultimate torture. Torture that no person should ever have to endure, and my heart literally felt as though it was bleeding for her.

I’m now rocking back and forth in an attempt to comfort myself from the terror that I was forced to watch. Gabe walks over to me, and looks down. The look in his eyes makes him look crazed, but that’s what he is right? Crazy?

“Do you think it’s time to help Mrs. Brooks escape the misery?” He asks nonchalantly. His blasé attitude given the disturbing circumstances is unnerving, and the fact that his emotions can turn so quickly makes my heart want to beat out of my chest.

I nod sharply, “Y-yes Master. P-p-please.”

He nods and marches over to her, she looks to have gone into shock again – her form is eerily still.

He grabs a large knife and swiftly plunges it into her neck. Blood spurts out, spraying the metal wall behind the rack. Her head rolls to the side, and I swear that I can see the life drain from her wide eyes.

He then goes absolutely crazy and begins screaming as he plunges the knife into her arms, her abdomen and her legs. I throw my hands over my ears and squeeze my eyes shut. Finally he stops, but he doesn’t calm as he stalks towards me and fists my hair, yanking me to my feet. I’m standing on my tippy-toes, looking into his eyes with absolute fear. Am I next?

“Remind me to keep you out next time I am performing my job,
slave
. You seem to suck all of the fun out of it.” He sneers, spit spraying my face as he says each word through gritted teeth.

I hear a buzz and he suddenly drops me, sending me crumpling to the floor.

He smiles deviously as he looks at his phone, “Well, lookie there… daddy’s calling. I forgot to tell him about the change of plans.”

Chapter Thirteen: Gabe

I
SLIP OUT OF THE SECRET ROOM, and close the door, leaving Amelia in the room with Mrs. Brooks’ retired body.

I answer my phone, not worrying about the blood from my hands getting into the crevices of the buttons. I have tons of these throw away phones, and a shit ton of money – regardless this one will be tossed after I discuss the change of plans with the good ole’ Mayor.

“Tony! So nice to talk to you, again. Look, I’ve been meaning to give you a call – but things have been so busy-”

“I got your money, you sick son-of-a-bitch.” He growls on the other end as I slump down into the leather chair behind my mahogany desk.

I let out a mock sigh as I run my bloodied hand through my hair, “See, that’s what I was going to call you about. The deal we had regarding Amelia, I can’t follow through – my apologies.”

I hear his breath catch before he whispers, “Gabe, please. You didn’t… you didn’t…”

I chuckle before responding, “What? Kill her? Of course not.”

He releases the breath that he’s been holding, “Thank God.”

“However, I do not plan on freeing her either. She’s become somewhat of a… necessity… for me.” I respond flatly.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He snaps.

“Well, to be quite blunt, I like fucking her… she’s a responsive little thing.”

“I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD, I WILL FIND YOU AND CUT YOUR DICK OFF!” He bellows. I allow him to calm before responding, imagining the way his vein must be popping out of his neck due to his exasperated state.

“Look, here’s the deal Tony, and let’s face it – the chance of you finding me is zero to none. I’m not going to hurt your sweet Amelia, but I have to say that I’ve developed feelings for her… somewhat of an obsession. You understand.”

“So, what are you saying?” He whispers.

My lips curl up, “I’m saying that you can hold on to the half mill. I’m going to keep your daughter around, so long as she continues to please me… I will continue to do your dirty work, for a discounted price, I might add– and I will keep all of your naughty secrets. I’ll help puppeteer your career, all you have to do is keep that saccharine smile planted on your lips, feed the police and the media whatever story is necessary about Amelia’s disappearance… you know, she ran off to Cabo with a dazzling green eyed stranger – some shit like that, and we’re all good.”

“They won’t buy that, Amelia would never run off.”

“Oh, Tony. You never know what people are capable of.”

He lets out a long exhale before replying, “I’m afraid you’ve got me under your thumb Gabe. Please, let me talk to her. I need to know that she’s okay.”

I smirk, “Of course. Let me go retrieve her.”

I sit the phone on the desk and walk back into the room. Amelia is pulling against the chain, trying to escape from a trail of blood trickling towards her, nearly reaching her toes.

Her breaths are shaky, and she reminds me of a wild animal that’s been trapped. I kneel before her and grip her ankle. Her eyes had stayed locked onto the blood, but the feel of my hand on her ankle makes her gaze snap to mine.

“Hey baby.” I whisper, “Let me unlock you. I’ve got a surprise.”

Confusion flashes in her eyes as I unlock the cuff. I stand and help her to her feet before leading her out of the room, she looks towards Mrs. Brooks with absolute terror, nearly tripping over her own feet.

I close the door of the playroom and walk to my chair behind the desk. I sit and gesture for her to sit in my lap. She does, and looks deeply into my eyes.
I kiss her shoulder gently, “Guess what, baby?”
She doesn’t respond as she stares at me intently.

I sigh as I run my thumb along her trembling bottom lip, “Your father is on the phone.” I pause and motion to the open phone on the desk, where her father is awaiting anxiously on the other end. I don’t think he comprehended that he would be the one to send her heart sinking to the bottom of the deepest depths of the ocean.

She’s mine now.