She held a wine glass in her spidery hand, swirling the black liquid it contained nonchalantly. She was completely naked, however, it wasn't a pretty sight. She was all bones, with pale white skin stretched like a latex glove over her skeleton. Her breasts sagged unattractively.
Ted remembered being hit over the head at the gas station, and a foggy semiconscious ride in the backseat of an Oldsmobile. The smell of cracking leather upholstery.
He resurfaced to the bright beam of a flashlight in his eyes; but wasn't really awake enough to fight back as they half dragged him down the long corridor with the marble floors. As the fog over his mind slowly lifted, he became more aware of how strange this evening was turning out to be. A dull, throbbing pain was beginning to grow from the lump on the back of his head.
Everything was too bright.
When she spoke, her voice was like a creaking door, covered in cobwebs. Her lips were dry, and cracked with each syllable they formed. The sounds reached his ears like they were underwater, all muted and distorted. Her nipples rose to the occasion like tiny withered prunes.
Ted wished he were at home in bed, tucked warmly beneath his down comforter. He really had no idea what the fuck was going on... but for that matter, neither did the naked hag sipping mystery goo from a wine glass and looking smug.
The words reached his ears like feather pillows dipped in mud, and squished their way into his brain.
“Do. You. Know. Why. You. Are. Here.”
“Not in the foggiest.” He heard his voice reply like a faraway memory.
The pupil-smashingly bright lighting stung his rods and cones. Slowly, things became more coherent.
“You have been brought before the sisterhood of the black wine in order to be tried for your crimes against our order.”
“I, uh.” Is all he could manage.
“Are you or are you not Theodore Vallary Stonehouse?”
“No, actually. I’m Theodore Felicity Stonehouse, Vallary is my twin brother. My parents wanted girls.”
Her oily, black eyes narrowed in anger and surprise. The cup of wine crashed to the floor, spilling its contents on the stone. “You unfortunate bastards.” She rose from her throne, pointing a long, gnarled finger at her henchmen. Everything sagged. He puckered vagina was mercifully hidden from sight by a thick, curly, pubic beard. “The Mistress will have your gonads crushed into wine.” Further narrowing her eyes, she focused them on Ted. “Are you aware of the current location of your brother Vallary?”
There was no room in that question for thoughts about whether or not betraying your blood brother was the right thing to do. For better or for worse, however, Theodore had no idea.
“Er, actually, no.”
“WHAT?” She howled.
“Last I heard, he was studying for his graduate program near a volcano in the Indian Ocean somewhere...”
The brilliant lighting began to darken as her rage continued to build. His head welcomed the relief.
Ted remembered being hit over the head at the gas station, and a foggy semiconscious ride in the backseat of an Oldsmobile. The smell of cracking leather upholstery.
He resurfaced to the bright beam of a flashlight in his eyes; but wasn't really awake enough to fight back as they half dragged him down the long corridor with the marble floors. As the fog over his mind slowly lifted, he became more aware of how strange this evening was turning out to be. A dull, throbbing pain was beginning to grow from the lump on the back of his head.
Everything was too bright.
When she spoke, her voice was like a creaking door, covered in cobwebs. Her lips were dry, and cracked with each syllable they formed. The sounds reached his ears like they were underwater, all muted and distorted. Her nipples rose to the occasion like tiny withered prunes.
Ted wished he were at home in bed, tucked warmly beneath his down comforter. He really had no idea what the fuck was going on... but for that matter, neither did the naked hag sipping mystery goo from a wine glass and looking smug.
The words reached his ears like feather pillows dipped in mud, and squished their way into his brain.
“Do. You. Know. Why. You. Are. Here.”
“Not in the foggiest.” He heard his voice reply like a faraway memory.
The pupil-smashingly bright lighting stung his rods and cones. Slowly, things became more coherent.
“You have been brought before the sisterhood of the black wine in order to be tried for your crimes against our order.”
“I, uh.” Is all he could manage.
“Are you or are you not Theodore Vallary Stonehouse?”
“No, actually. I’m Theodore Felicity Stonehouse, Vallary is my twin brother. My parents wanted girls.”
Her oily, black eyes narrowed in anger and surprise. The cup of wine crashed to the floor, spilling its contents on the stone. “You unfortunate bastards.” She rose from her throne, pointing a long, gnarled finger at her henchmen. Everything sagged. He puckered vagina was mercifully hidden from sight by a thick, curly, pubic beard. “The Mistress will have your gonads crushed into wine.” Further narrowing her eyes, she focused them on Ted. “Are you aware of the current location of your brother Vallary?”
There was no room in that question for thoughts about whether or not betraying your blood brother was the right thing to do. For better or for worse, however, Theodore had no idea.
“Er, actually, no.”
“WHAT?” She howled.
“Last I heard, he was studying for his graduate program near a volcano in the Indian Ocean somewhere...”
The brilliant lighting began to darken as her rage continued to build. His head welcomed the relief.
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