Tori was forced to take a detour. Bad mistake!
|1773 words "All men kill the thing they love." Oscar Wilde|
Tori drove along a lonely road, a detour that seemed to lead to nowhere. Biting her bottom lip, she wondered, Maybe I should turn back - something doesn't feel right. She kept seeing black shadows here and there that looked human. Dread twisted in her gut as they crossed the road in front of her car. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she felt a throbbing sensation in her head. Her back hurt and the need to relieve herself made her squirm in her seat, but there were no bathrooms in sight.
Tori was about to turn around when she spotted dwellings up ahead. The cloudy sky made everything look eerie as she continued driving until she came to a narrow street. The temperature seemed to drop to thirty degrees as she passed ancient buildings that seemed deserted. Looking up, she thought her tired eyes were deceiving her. There was a body hanging in midair, arms splayed outward. Tori closed her eyes, hoping the horrid, twisted sight would disappear. No, it was still there! She bit the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood. Her stomach rumbled and she opened the car door to throw up.
She leaned back in her seat and felt beads of sweat rolling down her face. I'm having a panic attack! I need to back up out of this dreadful place! When someone tapped on her window, Tori swung her head towards the sound but there was no one there. Passing a hand over her face, Tori wondered if this place was haunted. She peered back at the poor soul hanging there all alone, no one bothered to cut him down. Most likely he was tortured. Well, he’s feeling no more pain.
I sure don’t want to meet anybody who lives in this town! Spotting that enchanting light up ahead, it seemed to beckon her forward. "Nope, I'm out of here!" Tori began to back up but stopped abruptly when a dark shadow appeared in the back of her car. Her hands clenched on the wheel, wanting whatever or whoever to move.
She screamed when her car door jerked open. Damn! I forgot to lock the door when I threw up!
“What’s wrong? Don’t you like our little village?” The man seemed to stare right through her, his abrasive behavior made her jaw clench. He smelled of coffee and cinnamon, but his nature was cold as ice.
Tori pointed a shaking finger at the person hanging high.
He smirked, “Nobody leaves here! You are now one of us.”
Gathering all her courage, Tori glared at him, thinking about her family and friends back home. “I’m not staying here!”
“Yes, you are!" He pulled her out of the car. "My name is Sam, let me show you to your room.” He took her by the arm and lead her away.
“What about my things? What about my car?”
“Somebody will deliver your things to you. Your car will be taken care of.”
“Who is that poor soul hanging there?"
“Oh, that’s my wife, she was very naughty, wanting to leave here.”
Tori licked her dry lips, "Didn't you love her?"
"Sure, but what has love got to do with it!" Sam shrugged.
Tori was dragged into an old building that smelled musty and mildewy. She was led down a dimly lit hallway until they came to room number 43 where she was shoved inside and heard the door lock. He locked me in!
Tori ventured around the room on shaking legs. There was a double bed, a closet, and thankfully a bathroom which she used. Dropping down onto a chair, she pinched the bridge of her nose, "Please God, help me!"
A knock on the door made Tori jump. She got up to answer it. A beautiful young woman stood with her luggage and handbag. “Hi! My name is Delila. Here are your things from the car.”
“Thank you! My name is Tori, do you happen to know where my car is?”
“No, I’m sorry, I do not.”
“Please don’t lock the door, I would like a chance to look around.”
“I can show you around tomorrow. But orders are, I must lock this door.”
The lock turned, and once more she felt imprisoned. “What am I going to do?” Tori whispered as she plopped down on the bed. She looked around the room once more, then closed her eyes.
The next morning, Delila came to take Tori downstairs into a remodeled kitchen. The two women ate some toast, eggs, and bacon.
"This place is my home, I was born here twenty-four years ago."
"Really! I'm twenty-one, so we're almost the same age."
“Great! We'll become great friends,” Delila laughed as she held the outer door open. "Come on, I will show you around my town."
Tori found the village looked less daunting in the morning light. The first thing she checked was if the body was still hanging. Thankfully it was gone! They passed buildings that were well-preserved timber frame buildings, some brick, or stone wooden walls.
"Here's the commercial part of town where we can shop for the things you need," Delila explained. “These wooden structures and street plans are original from the 17th and 18th centuries. Isn't that amazing!"
“Yes, it is! You were born here so, naturally, you’re proud to live here.” Tori looked down at her feet while walking. “I miss my hometown, my family, and my friends.”
“I’m so sorry Sam is holding you, prisoner! He seems to have taken a liking to you.”
“What! He sure didn’t show it! Plus, you don’t imprison someone you like." Tori snapped her fingers. "Wait! He did hang his wife up high even though he admits he loved her. Do you do that to all who show up here and don't want to stay?”
“I can't say or I'll get in trouble."
"Fine! How would you like being locked up?” Tori crossed her arms over her chest.
Delila avoided eye contact, “Come on, I’ll take you back to your room.”
“Better yet, you can take me to my car,” Tori demanded.
Delila backed up. “Sorry, I am not allowed to do that.”
“All I can say is I sure ended up in a bizarre place!”
Back in her room, Tori began to pace, trying to think of a way out of this mess. If I befriend Delila, and make her trust me, maybe I'll be able to roam free instead of being locked up.
Tori's next visitor was Sam. “Come on, I’ll take you to dinner.”
Sam ordered Lasagna. Tori ate with her defenses up. She didn't trust anyone who kept people against their will. Sam was pleasant enough and kept the conversation going. His next few words sent ice down her veins.
“As you know, I am on the lookout for another wife. You and I will wed tomorrow.”
Tori nearly fell out of her chair. “I don’t even know you! Why in the world do I want to marry you?”
“You don’t have any choice in the matter. You are going to be my bride!”
“And end up like your last wife! No way!” Tori stormed out with Sam right behind her.
“You are not getting away and you might as well get that through your head.”
That night, Tori asked Delila to show her where her car is. “You'll just lock me up in my room again, so what harm will it cause?”
Delila rubbed her temple, then nodded. "That's true, follow me!" They walked down a lonely street until they reach an alleyway. "Your car is here.”
“Are the keys in there”
“Sure! No one drives cars around here. We don’t go anywhere so why need one.”
Tori walked over to her car. She tried the doors and they opened! The keys were in the ignition, and all appeared as she left it. “I have to get out of here!” She didn’t realize she spoke out loud until she heard Delila gasp.
“I have a home, and I want to go back to it. Plus, Sam wants me to marry him tomorrow!”
“Wow! He sure works fast! Okay, I’ll help you.”
“This won’t get you in trouble, will it?"
“It might, but I like you. I don't believe in keeping anyone against their will."
“If you can get my bag without getting caught, that’s all I need.”
Ten minutes later, Delila brought the bag. “So far, so good! Now, just follow this alleyway to the end, turn right, and you will be on your way.”
“You want to come with me?”
“I sure would like to see what’s beyond this place, but I cannot leave my elderly parents.”
“I understand! Goodbye, I hope to see you again somewhere beyond this place.”
“I do too!" The two women hugged goodbye.
Tori started the car, waved, then drove down the alley and turned right. She was on her way home! She turned on the radio. All was well! I don’t think I'll go down any detours from now on!
The car started to sputter before coming to an abrupt stop. “Now what?” She looked down and noticed her problem. I had a half tank of gas!
Her car door opened, and Sam pulled her out of the seat. “I drained the gas out of the car. Sorry, you are going nowhere! You and Delila are getting strung up.”
“What!” Tori’s legs gave way and Sam had to hold her up.
“I told you that you're never leaving this place. I gave you a chance to become my wife, now, you just gave me your answer.”
Back at the village, Tori saw Delila hanging high. “Please take her down!”
“No can do! Now strip!”
"Can't you just make this a lesson learned for Delila?"
"Just keep moving! Pain will become your middle name." Tori swayed back and forth, feeling faint.
She was strung up next to Delila. Tori turned her head and saw the pain in her eyes and whispered, “I’m so sorry!”
Tori knew she would become one of the shadows she saw roaming around. Now she knew why they were there and wondered again how many went through this. A shock wave interrupted her thoughts, making her body stiffen in pain. Tears of joy ran down Tori's face when they stopped. Just when she began to relax, another one exploded through her system. It kept going on and on - just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, a massive shock wave sent her body into convulsions. Everything went black ...
Written for: "Into The Darkness "