Tormenting Beverly, The Conclusion

How much worse could things get for Beverly. The matrix-this electronic prison broke her. It broke her mentally and physically. She was ashamed, embarrassed, and even though she was the victim, she now felt guilty.

That voice-that evil speaker who spoke to her through some type of intercom system gave her a choice, and she chose life. The voice was right, Beverly didn’t walk out of the matrix, she crawled out on her hands and knees. After servicing several strange men at the hole in the wall, the automatic connection to her leash was replaced by a human woman. This woman, who wore business attire, walked Beverly outside of the prison and down a soft dirt path to a bathhouse.

Beverly showered and cleaned herself up. She was given new clothes; a professional business suite and attache case. She tried to fix her hair, but there wasn’t much to work with.

There was an envelope on the ground outside of the bathhouse.

The note inside read:

Beverly, you were wonderful. I would like to thank you for applying to the Executive position at E-Mazing here in Chicago. If you’re still interested in working for our company, we would like to make you an offer and negotiate your contract. The work we do is private, and our clients are wealthy. They prefer to remain out of the public eye. What you experienced is standard for all new hires. Your cooperation and loyalty to our company and the clients we serve is top priority. Behind the bathhouse you’ll see a brick path. Walk that until you come to the gatehouse. There’s a package inside containing all your new employee paperwork and a video copy of your entire experience at E-Maze. Thank you.

“That’s what this was a about,” Beverly muttered to herself.

“A fucking job,” she screamed.

Beverly took her package and exited the compound.

THE END

Tormenting Beverly 3

Pissed off and sad all at once is pretty much how Beverly was feeling. She grabbed the scissor off of the table and began cutting her beautiful black hair.

“Why waste time,” she yelled. “I know what you want me to do!” Clump after clump hit the floor, and when Beverly was finished cutting, she took the scissor and threw it as hard as she could at the floor. She was loosing it, and she didn’t give a shit, unfortunately, a bad haircut was just the beginning.

The green room turned back to that purple and bluish color, and a new path opened before her. Beverly stood looking down the long corridor. There was something off in the distance that caught her attention. Hoping the worst was now behind her, Beverly got a huge burst of energy and sprinted down the hallway. She thought she was sprinting to freedom, but eventually, the path ended. Darkness filled the space around her.

There was a static or something coming from the ceiling. Someone was trying to speak to her, but it wasn’t clear. Remember those old radios where you could turn the knob to your favorite stations, but if the dial was in between two stations, there was that static? Well, that’s what it sounded like at first, but the speaker tuned in.

“Beverly. Well done,” it said.

“What do you want from me,” Beverly yelled out. “Why am I in here?”

“You weren’t given permission to speak,” the speaker replied. “Now, do yourself a favor and close your mouth. I’d keep it closed if I were you.”

Beverly could hear the man laughing before the room went quiet again. The square to her right lit up bright yellow. It was a strange looking room; it couldn’t have been any bigger than a 6×6, but the ceiling was really high-maybe twenty-five feet or so. Beverly stepped into the room, and the space behind her went dark. There’s was no backing out now-no going back. The room was tight, she felt cramped in it.

When she looked up again she saw holes. There were round holes in the walls above her head. Strategically placed, theses holes began ten feet high, and there was one every few feet all the way up to the ceiling.

Beverly didn’t know what to do, there was just enough room for her to stand and so she stood there with her mouth closed. After several minutes a liquid came forth from every hole in the room. She thought it was water.

When she realized it was urine, she put her head down and closed her eyes. She was ashamed, embarrassed, and after several minutes, she was soaked. Finally, the peeing stopped, the room lit up purple and blue, and a new path opened before her.

When she stepped into the new square the voice came back.

“Very good,” it said. “See, I told you to keep your mouth closed. I wouldn’t steer you wrong; you listen well. Now, if you look to your left you’ll see two buckets. One is empty, and the other has something for you to wear. Put everything you have on in the empty bucket. Change for me.”

Beverly did as she was told; her eyes were filled with tears, her makeup was smeared all over her face, and she still had dry blood in her nostrils.

“Accessories first,” the voice said.

Beverly reached into the second bucket and pulled out a doggy collar. She fastened it around her neck and the attached leash dangled down around her feet.

To be continued….

Tormenting Beverly

The sweat dripped off Beverly’s forehead. She was nervous, and the pressure in her chest was unbearable. Anxiety was setting in. Several minutes ago she woke up on the floor of some type of matrix, and the thoughts of how she got there came crashing in all at once. Like a damn that could no longer hold back the pressure and force of water, her mind and body gave way.

She was kidnapped; a rag with a strange smell was placed over her mouth, and a dark sack was placed over head. “Why,” for a brief moment she wondered, but then quickly refocused her attention to the current issue.

“Who’s out there,” she yelled.

“Why are you doing this to me,” she screamed.

Beverly looked right and left, and then spun in a 360 to get a complete view of her surroundings. Florescent lighting lit up the mirage of rooms around her. The frustration built within her; without thinking she sprinted forward and ran straight into a wall. The unexpected collision sent her crashing to the floor. She sat there for a minute, again, collecting her thoughts. Every time she came up with a plan the matrix took it away. Nothing was as it seemed. Slowly, she got back to her feet; a stream of blood ran from her nose. The clear wall was a reflection of the path behind her so she wiped the blood from her face, turned around, and cautiously tip toed forward. White lights marked clear boundaries of each square space, and as she crossed the lines of white light, the squares behind her became dark.

Despite what appeared to be, there was only one way to go-at least for now. Beverly continued to move forward. The space behind her still darkening.