I think I was listening to 'The Departed' soundtrack before I went to bed and therefore the dream turned out pretty twisted and gory... prepare yourself.
If you don't like that kind of thing then I suggest you stop reading now.
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He
gestured to her to follow him back into the back room while Ben’s concerned
face peaked out from inside the door frame. She had no choice but to go in.
This was the big boss and no one turned him down. She couldn't help but think
of the possibilities of what was waiting for her.
When
she reached the door she took a step forward to find a man tied to a wooden
chair badly beaten and covered in blood. On the table beside him was a mix of
hardware tools, kitchen knives and alcohol. To her right one of his goons stood
with a hot poker next to the fire.
“What
do you see when you look at this man?” the boss asked.
She
stared back at him blankly too scared to answer for fear of making a mistake.
“A
rat?” he suggested
She
still couldn't say a word. Her jaw felt as if it had been soldered shut.
“A
traitor?” he smiled.
How do I stop this? She thought. What does he want me to say?
“This
man has been very naughty. He knew the rules and yet he decided to break them.
What do we do with people who can’t behave themselves?”
Her
jaw was loosening but she still didn't know what to say.
“Come
here” he beckoned her closer to the tied up man and the blood stained
instruments. “I could use an extra pair of dexterous hands. I hear you can be
quite delicate.” He stared at Ben as he said this. She shivered.
She
moved over to where he wanted her and he quickly moved behind her and grabbed
her hand, like he was about to show her a better golf swing. With his other
hand he reached for the cleaver.
The
barely conscious man wriggled in his seat but he was so tightly bound it barely
made a difference.
Cleaver
now in her hand the boss held her fingers tight around the handle. She subconsciously
pulled back in him but he was moving forward. Ben was hovering uneasily in the
corner of her eye.
“Over
the past few months this man has been passing information to our enemies. One
by one he spilled our plans. His actions lead to the death of Harley and Mason.
Now he’s facing the consequences.” A few of the men in the room nodded though all
seemed unsure of their boss’s intentions.
“Tony,
spread his fingers.”
Oh god, she thought. Still leaning back
into the boss she reluctantly watched as the mans fingers were spread across
the arm rests. Still struggling, the man refused to keep them in place.
“The
nails” the boss said plainly.
Tony
grabbed a hammer and the nails and spreading the left pinky to the side first
he put a nail in place and haphazardly hammered it into the skin. Muffled
shrieks sounded from the man’s gag and she pulled back once more into the
bosses chest.
Each
finger brought her closer to fainting as he completed the left hand and moved
onto the right. The boss was growing impatient and began moving to the man’s left
side with his arm firmly around her waist.
“For
each tale you told of our activities another finger gone.” He said almost
laughing. He lifted his arm and her’s with it the cleaver bearing down aiming
for his already mutilated pinky.
Her
arm went dead. She let it fall with the strength of the man behind her. With
his right hand still being hammered his left pinky was now severed and left
hanging over the edge of the armrest. Like a cruel trick of the mind the finger
looked almost connected if it weren't for the blood now pouring out.
The
tied up man had lost all colour and was now a limp lump on the chair.
She
didn't know what to think anymore. Colour fading from her face almost as
quickly as it had from the man’s.
“And
the next” the boss called joyously as he lifted their arms again and the smell
of metallic blood rushed into her sinuses.
They
kept working their way through the fingers until they had made their way
through the first hand. Tony had finished and was reaching for the hot poker.
The
finger’s lengths were now crudely uneven. Some were shorter, some longer, and
often with cuts where the cleaver was not so ‘delicate’ and the fingers not to
evenly spread.
They
stopped and watched as he brushed the fingers around 180 degrees on the nails
they were now only attached to and shoving the poker up against the streaming blood.
It seemed useless to stop the flow now as the pool on the floor seemed
At
the burning of his skin and bone the man seemed to animate once again but his
eyes remained shut. Although, she could no longer tell whether that was due to
swelling from the beating he had received prior to her entering the room.
Her
gut wrenched as the boss wordlessly started positioning them at the man’s right
hand. How she had not fainted yet, she did not know.
The
continued the pattern of going through each finger and at the end the heat
sealed off the blood flow again.
When
the boss let go of her hand she didn't realise how limp she had been. The
cleaver slipped out of her hands and narrowly missed her toes as she caught
herself just in time, falling in slow motion to the side that had once held the
heavy knife. Her hand landed on the back of the wooden chair by the man’s head.
She stared at him for a few frozen seconds before she pulled her hand back and
walked backwards to the table. Ben moved towards her but did not touch her,
keeping his eyes on the boss.
Looking
pleased with himself, the boss picked up the dropped cleaver and laid it out on
the table. He moved back to the chair and put his face up close to the man’s.
“Wakey,
wakey” he chimed but the man was unconscious. The only sound he made was a
sticky gargling sound with each heavy breath.
“Take
him somewhere and dump him.” The boss said confidently, still staring at the
man but gesturing dismissively to the men surrounding him.
“Thank
you, my dear.” He smiled charmingly finally removing his eyes from the man and
turning to her. “You better clean off that red, never know what germs a rat’s
blood holds.” He laughed.
She
moved slowly around to face the door and started moving forward. She hadn't
noticed the blood now covering her. The spray of each finger had spattered it
over her head to toe.
She
hadn't noticed Ben behind her until she reached the mirror in the bathroom and
saw him walk in behind her.
“Anna”
he muttered weakly.
She
reached for the tap and once again felt someone’s body press up behind her. Ben
was holding the soap, lathering her hands and arms for her. She fell back into
him consciously relaxing her arms as he washed the blood down the drain. In the
mirror she saw her reflection pale and blank. Her eyes started to show the look
of realisation as she took in what had just happened. It wasn’t long before
they gave in to the tears pooling behind them.
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So now you've glimpsed some of the crazy in my subconscious mind. Congratulations.
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