When Nightmares Become Dreams by Bob Miller - HTML preview

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CHAPTER 24

 

Tina woke up with the taste of Budweiser spewing from her mouth. She turned her head and the beer continued pouring on her sticky face. Vinny stood over her and spilled beer on her to try and wake her up while he smoked a Newport.

"I thought I lost you but welcome back."

Tina stared at his eye patch which was partially askew. She wished that she never would've woken up. Who wants to wake up at the site of a freak hovering over you and spilling beer on your face? Tina coughed and foamy beer receded down her lips. Vinny looked excited as if he had just shot his very first deer.

"You need to get up. I have a little job for you."

Tina felt her heart skip a beat and she put her hands over her chest and feigned illness. She smelled ammonia and when she turned around she saw a mop and mop bucket ready to go. Vincent held the mop in one hand and used his free hand to help Tina off the ground.

"You got to earn your stay around here." He said handing her the mop," I want every bit of Peter cleaned up and I don't want to find any traces of blood."

Tina looked over the unwieldy task before her and gaped in horror. There was chunks of flesh and blood spattered all over the walls and concrete floor. It was like Vinny had made Peter disappear by chopping up his body into myriad little pieces. Tina cringed and shook her head no.

"You must be out of your mind!" She protested.

Vinny's smile suddenly vanished and he became more irate than a fisherman that just lost a big fish. He stepped up to her face and scolded her while waving his hands and yelling.

"You can cut the theatrics missy!" He grabbed a fistfull of her hair," So you want to play games? We can play games. I've got one I think you'd like."

He pulled out a set of handcuffs from his back pocket and cuffed her hands behind her back. Still pulling her by her pretty blond hair, he drug her over to an old desolate chair sitting in the corner. He threw her so hard into the chair that her head flew back and her neck cricked. Then he found a rope and bound her tightly to the chair barely giving her enough room to breathe. Tina hissed and tried to bite him but she could barely move in the chair. Vinny walked over to the back door, opened it, and reached around the corner and held up a brown paper bag.

"You see this? This is a little trick we learned in the marines for people who don't cooperate."

He rushed the brown paper bag over to Tina and opened it so she could look in the bag. As soon as he opened the bag she nearly threw up from the pungent odor emanating from the bag. She was petrified to see feces covered in flies inside the bag. A few flies flew out of the bag and landed on her face.

"You are not putting that thing over my f-"

Before she could finish talking Vinny put the bag over her face with great delight. Tina's entire world went dark. She could not believe what was happening. She forced herself to stop hyperventilating and concentrate on taking little breaths through the mouth of her pursed lips. She wondered how any normal human being could ever do something like this. But one thing she knew for sure, Vincent was not normal.

"This is how the game gets played." Said Vinny lighting a cigarette," However long it takes me to clean this mess up is how long the bag stays on your head. Anytime you wish to take over cleaning up this mess the bag will come off your head."

Tina slowly took in a deep breath." My daddy's gonna kill you, you bastard!"

Vinny put his hands over his chest and laughed uncontrollably." Oh is that so? Well guess what? Daddy isn't here right now ha ha ha!"

Tina was determined not to give in. She concentrated on taking tiny short breaths through her mouth but the stench was making her dizzy. In the mean time Vincent grabbed the mop and started cleaning while whistling like maybe he was enjoying it. Tina threw up a couple of times and after 5 minutes she decided she had enough.

"Alright. I give up. You win." She said coughing through the bag.

"That's my girl." He said as he pulled the bag off her face.

He had made the knots so tight when he tied her up that he had to use his pocket knife to cut through the rope. Then he walked her over to the sink and let her clean her face. After she finished washing up Vinny stood behind her and ran his dirty fingers through her hair.

"I'm going to help you clean this mess up because soon, very soon, we have another game to play."