Pendulum (Teaser)

 

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by DX

 

 

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She shivered as she clenched and unclenched her hands.  She forced herself to relax as she watched his head rock back and forth, forcing himself awake.  She wrung her hands as his eyes fluttered open.  She could not believe what was about to happen and she had to blink to insure it was not a dream or a fantasy run wild.  She reveled in the musty smell, the cold air, and the damp walls.  She listened to the sharp click of her heels on the grimy stone as she made her way down the short steps.  She let her eyes rove into the darkness as she peered into the vast depth.  The echo swelled about her and filled the room.

 

She stepped up to the altar and into the circle of light.  She moved to the side as not to let the shadow of her cloak and cowl fall over his face.  She watched his bleached, white face as he coughed and stuttered.  She held her breath as he gagged and writhed.  His chains rattled with a sinister echo.

 

His eyes popped open in terror, then squinted in the light.  Panic swept over him quickly as his wrists pulled against the steel manacles.  His legs instinctively jerked up, only to pull on his ankle cuffs.    

 

He had been spread eagled on the rectangle altar.  The chains had been measured to his size to hold him taunt and flat against it.  He looked, one at a time, from wrist to wrist and ankle to ankle, and tested each one for solidity.  They were very solid.

 

She realized how frail he was; the thick roll of fat running about his waist, his arms and legs thin, sprawling and comical.  His chest was sunken, lifeless.  Pathetic.

 

She only shook her head.

 

The motion drew his eyes to her.  They searched into the shadowed face pleading for understanding.  She swallowed, building her courage to do what she set out to do.  She was beyond the point of no return.  The list of her crimes were already astounding.  She was facing the death penalty and she hadn't even killed him yet.  

 

"You awake yet?  Asshole."  Her own voice surprised her.  Deep, harsh, and foreboding, it rolled from her throat like a line from a horror movie.  In a way, it was.

 

He squinted, trying to see under her hood.  "Marla...?"

 

"No...not Marla."  She drew a long, satisfied breath and with it went any compassion she might of had for him.  "Try again."  He stuttered, failing to come up with a name.  She raised her head and the light fell upon her face.  "Your first wife, remember?"

 

"Dee!"  He gasped almost relived.  "Dee, what the hell is going on here?"  He tugged at the chains again and laughed lightly.  "All these years and I never knew you were into this stuff."

 

Slowly she leaned forward and hefted herself onto the stone altar and sat at his side.  "What stuff?"

 

He rattled his chains again.  "You know...The kinky stuff."

 

Dee looked around wondering what he might have missed.  She looked at his prone body lying on the stone and noticed he was slowly becoming aroused.  She leaned her head back and laughed, her voice crackling into the darkness.  Her heart seemed to steady in her new roll as she began to enjoy what was going on.  "Oh you fool."  She purred.  "Only you could equate this to sex!"  She said almost lovingly and she caressed his chest.  She could feel his warm skin through her leather gloved hands.  Her eyes splashed with a warm smile as she allowed her robe to slip from her shoulders and drape across his nude body.  "You like?"

 

His eyes rolled hungrily over her leather costume.  A black Elizabethan gown with a tight, leather wasp corset highlighted with chromed studs covered her handsome frame.  "Oh baby, do I!"

 

She took her long, silk, black ponytail and brushed his nipples as if she were painting them.  "You silly.  You're not here for sex.  You're here to die."  Her words fell on him like guillotine and his face went numb.  She smiled again.  "We're going to kill you.  Slowly."

 

His eyes were round as he watched her slide from the stone.  His head followed as she walked around the altar, her long heels striking the floor.  Suddenly, he smiled.  "You’re kidding." 

 

She glared at him hotly.  "Kidding?  You think I am kidding?"  She spread her arms showing the full effect of her costume.  "You think this is kidding?"  She turned quickly and vanished into the darkness and her voice echoed loudly.  "You think this is KIDDING?"  With a loud electronic clack the room filled with shafts of light exposing the size of the chamber.  She stomped back over to him, her arms swinging with urgency, her form shifting from one shaft of light to the other.  She slapped her hands against the altar as if to push it over and brought her face close to his.  "This, isn't kidding."  

 

His eyes forced themselves away from her glare and he scanned the shop of horrors.  A dark, oaken table with straps, an umbrella stand stood beside it with an assortment of canes and riding crops.  Manacles were suspended from the shadowy roof.  Cages glinted dully in the light, their modern locks shining brightly.  A pillory stood beside the stocks, a bed of nails next to it.  A modified brazier, cold but with charcoal ready to light and a selection of brands hung from a stand beside it.  Behind the crucible, half in the shadow, stood the ominous form of the Iron Maiden.

 

"I see Lizzy caught your eye."  She called his attention back.  "Can you conceive how difficult--how expensive that was to acquire?"  She straightened and pulled at her hair in a girlish way, teasing it as she balanced on one foot.  "Just kidding!"  She said brightly.

Then like the drop of a dark curtain her foot came down and her dark air returned.  "Not!" 

 

She turned with flair and headed across the room.

 

"Dee!"  He cried as her seriousness came to him.  "You can't do this!"  He looked about at the implements of torture, at the Electric Chair, The Rack, and devices that he could not recognize like the Bastinado and the Boot.  His head snapped back at the woman walking away from him.  "Dee, you don't know what your doing!"

 

She turned, raised her arm, and opened up the electrical box with a limp wrist.  "Oh no?"  Her finger slinked towards a switch and flicked it.  "I think so."

 

More lights came on.  One dropped a circle of light on a lever.  It was four feet high and mounted on a gear imbedded in the floor.  The others threw spotlights on the gigantic mechanism attached to the ceiling.  He could barely see the glinting blade, but he knew what it was.

 

 

 

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