A woman, carrying a small tub with water, entered a cage, big enough to store a dozen people. She walked to the center of it, where Deb was hanging, her hands tied above her head. She was still unconscious, but just to be sure she wouldn’t wake up too soon, the woman injected her with something.
“Can’t believe I’m the one who has to do this” the woman muttered, irritated, while she started stripping off Deb’s clothes. She, then, bowed and put her hands in the ice cold water, and took out a washing cloth.
She washed Debra, rubbing hard on the skin, causing the Caucasian to turn into red.
“Careful, Agnes” a male voice, from out of the shadows, said.
Agnes gagged, and then continued her work, while Dale walked away. When she was at Deb’s most intimate spot, she first hesitated, but then, she lifted her knee and kicked her between her legs.
“That’s for not dying, when Joe Carroll put you under the ground, where vermin like you belongs” she hissed, like a snake.
“Everything okay in here?”
Any other would’ve started, had someone snuck up on them, like that. But Agnes didn’t even blink. She turned around, and shielded Deb’s naked body from Ross’ preying eyes.
“Do you have it?” she asked, insistently.
Ross waved with a white, silk dress. “Step aside, I have to get her dressed”
“Oh, no, you’re not getting anywhere near her” Agnes replied. “The only man that gets to see her like this, is Dale”
“Come on, just a peek. Dale never needs to know” Ross insisted, while trying to walk around Agnes, to at least catch a glimpse of Deb’s behind.
“The answer is still no” Agnes said sharply. “Now, go, I have to get our princess dressed”
“You probably mean our queen” Ross mocked, and he made a bow. Agnes threw the washing cloth at him, but he dodged it. He threw the dress at Agnes, which she caught with one hand, and then he left.
Agnes turned the tub upside down-the water covered the entire floor-and stood on it, so she could reach Deb’s hands and untie them. When Deb was loose, Agnes let her fall on the ground, praying she would break her skull or neck.
She got off the tub and kneeled beside Deb. She pulled the dress over her head, her arms through the sleeves.
Then she tied Deb’s hands again, but this time she made the rope tighter.
“Ross! Get in here, you filthy pervert” Agnes yelled, and Ross made his presence known. He smiled guilty, and entered the cage. “I need you to lift her, so I can tie her hands on the upper side of the cage”
Ross, gladly, walked to Deb, and picked her up. He put her in standing position, and Agnes grabbed the rope, stepped on the tub again, and tied Deb’s hands tightly on the cage.
She wiped her hands on her shirt, as if she had touched something contagious, and then got off the tub again. “There, our work is done for now” she said.
She and Ross left.
Twenty minutes later, Deb slowly opened her eyes. She blinked a few times, but the darkness wouldn’t go away.
When her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, she recognized bars, ahead. She turned her head left, right, and up. She, then, noticed how her arms were tied above her head. That explained the soreness.
Deb shook her head heavy. This was a dream. She was dreaming. It had to be a dream. But then she remembered the accident. Ross, killing Tony. Him and Beth, leaving her to die. Ross, trying to put the blame on Deb. And finally, Beth drugging her.
This was real. All of it. The cage was real, the stupid dress was real, …and the man, peaking at her , from out of the shadows…was definitely real…