A Winter for Killing by Jason Mason

Author:Jason Mason [Mason, Jason]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-04-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Hell for a Basement

When she came too, Mary was again chained in the basement to the same support beam she was chained to before. Her head hurt and she could see stars, but otherwise she was alright. As her eyes adjusted she could slowly make out a figure in front of her, glaring down at her. The man was sitting on one of the temporary kitchen chairs that he used for meals and his unblinking deep set eyes were focused on her.

“I thought you were right,” he fumed. “But you weren’t. I wasted my time on you.”

“What do you want from me?” she cried out.

The man stood up, grabbed the chair and tossed it across the room, narrowly avoiding hitting Mary. She was unable to do anything more than flinch, and had just avoided having her nose broken or worse.

“I told you!” he hollered. “I want you to be right! I want you to be Sophie! Sophie is right! Mary is not!”

“What does that mean?” she sobbed. “I don’t know what you mean… I’ll do anything you want.”

Still furious the man turned around and threw a punch straight into the wall, breaking a hole in the gyprock. Instead of responding to Mary’s concerns he cradled the hand he used to punch the wall with his other and walked out of the room, turning the light off and leaving Mary in darkness again.

“Wait!” she pleaded. “Wait! What do you want me to do?”

She slid down to the floor and started to cry.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked meekly.

At that moment the light turned back on and the man walked in with a plastic grocery bag and headed straight for Mary.

“No!” she screamed. “Stop, get back!”

The man continued towards her, lifting the bag high and over her head and was about to bring it down over Mary’s face when his eyes met hers. His eyes were full of rage and hatred but they softened immediately when they met the terror in Sophie’s eyes.

Those eyes. Those are Sophie’s eyes.

“They’re right,” he said still holding the bag in the air.

For what seemed like eternity they stared at each other, Mary too terrified to blink and the man looking right back with an intense look on his face. Only now, it wasn’t as much a look of rage as a puzzled look. Like he was trying to figure out something very important.

“They’re right,” he repeated letting the bag drop to the ground.

Instead of suffocating her he walked around to the support beam and unlocked the chain with the key he kept in his pocket. Guiding her again like a dog, he brought her to the staircase and forced her to follow him up to the main floor.

“I need to show you something Sophie,” he said.

“W-What do you need to show me?” she replied like a mouse.

He didn’t answer, instead he took her up the stairs and through the kitchen to a small laundry room with an outside back door. There were some old worn coats and old muddy boots, all of which looked like they were too big for her.

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