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 2

The room Beverly stood in was bright, glowing with purple and blue lights. A florescent strip of white outlined the perimeter. Beverly was a young pretty girl in her early twenties. She was athletic and bubbly with a good sense of humor, but she wasn’t laughing now. An hour passed, and the blood flowing from her nose finally slowed down. After hitting the wall Beverly walked forward. She covered at least a mile by now, maybe a little more. Room after room lit up with purple and blue, while the previous space went dark.

She stood still for a moment and then slowly turned to her left moving with caution to the edge of the room. Beverly extended her arms into the darkness, and it appeared to be open. She didn’t want to commit just yet though; once she exited a room, there was no going back. She walked to right side of the room she currently occupied once again reaching out with her arms to explore the darkness ahead. Just beyond the border she could feel a wall. There was only two ways to go now, forward or left.

She knew had to try something different and so she made up her mind to go left. When both feet were planted in the new room the square space lit up green. The color change was a breath of fresh air. There was a table in the center of the room and on the table was a scissor. It wasn’t a scissor for cutting clothing or an art scissor; it was a scissor for cutting hair. Beverly recognized the difference as everything suddenly seemed to take on meaning; very specific meaning. The matrix she woke up in was obviously some sort of puzzle. Everything mattered, and perhaps the green lighting was a hint at the way to go.

Someone was tormenting Beverly, but how far would they go? Who were they? What did they want?

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.

Cattitude 2, Donahue Goes to New Orleans

Don was getting lonely. He was aggravated and upset, and despite what he was trying to do, the reality was, his life was passing him by. Goddoo was an older cat in the neighborhood, and felt responsible for Don’s well being. Goddoo convinced Donahue to go to New Orleans with him, and he promised a time so good, Don was sure to get over his bitterness.

So here they were, two cats hanging out in Kansas now making their way over to the Missouri River. Goddoo works in mysterious ways, he and Don were floating along in a tube someone left on the river bank, and before the day’s end, they jumped ship onto a steamboat that was passing by.

**GODDOO** Photo by Kelvin Valerio on Pexels.com

**DONAHUE** Photo by Just a Couple Photos on Pexels.com

As the steamboat came to its trails end, Don and Goddoo hopped off and headed into town for some good old fun. They had a wild evening. New Orleans was filled with lady cats and cat ladies looking for party beads, and Don met himself a beautiful short hair kitty. He called her Baby Magic, and she was into all types of voodoo. Baby magic was exotic with mixed ancestry, and she loved Don.

Once Goddoo saw Donahue and Baby Magic getting along, he slipped away and into the dark night for some fun of his own. As it turned out, Baby Magic was exactly what Don needed. She put a good spell on him to reverse all his troubles, and in the morning, he was a new man.

To be continued…