Chapter 15

Marielle Sanchez was sleeping when the door opened and the Whisperer came quietly down the stairs. The door opening and closing again woke her out of her terror filled sleep.

“POR FAVOR por qué están yo aquí?” (Please, why am I here?)

“Qué hice?” (What did I do?)

The Whisperer said nothing and tossed a new girl in. The Whisperer went back up the stairs as quietly as he came down. Marielle searched and was surprised to find that it was another person. Marielle grabbed the body beside her, then held it and rocked back and forth. Marielle started to whisper as she rocked.

“Todas las cosas con la fe de Dios nos hará fuerte” (All things with the faith of God will make us safe)

Marielle whispered this to the person over and over again. When finally Marielle could no longer speak or rock she lay down and held the person while she fell into a light sleep. It felt comforting to lay next to someone who was in the same situation as her.

The door opened again and the Whisperer came down whispering…..

“…know ye not that these things area an abomination in the sight of the LORD; yea, most abominable above all sins save it shedding of innocent blood or denying the Holy Ghost? For behold, if ye deny the Holy Ghost when it once has had place in you, and ye know that ye deny it, behold, this is a sin which is unpardonable; yea, and whosever murdereth against the light and knowledge of God shall be guilty of such a great crime. I will not dwell upon your crime, to harrow up your soul, if it not for your own good. Marielle I am your executioner. You have been found guilty for your sins and your punishment will commence in 48 hours. May God have mercy upon your soul even though the murder of the innocent you committed showed no mercy upon that soul! …know ye not…”

The Whisperer went back up the stairs whispering all the way. When the door closed the other person in the room woke up to Marielle screaming.

“Por que? Por que? Puedo hacer?” (Why? Why? What did I do?)

Tracey Brooks grabbed Marielle and yelled.

“Are you Marielle? Why do you only have 48 hours to live? Where are we? How did I get here?”

Tracey shook Marielle then slapped her to get her to stop screaming.

In a thick Spanish accent Marielle started to explain to Tracey.

“We are here in this place together. We are given a set amount of time and then the person comes back to tell us how much time we have left. There was a girl here before you. Her name was Becky. She never came back. She was taken away. I think that there was someone here before her too but I don’t know for sure. I don’t know why I am here. What is your name?”

“My name is Tracey.”

“I am Marielle. Do you know why you are here?”

“No, not really. I mean I was out jogging then all I remember is waking up to you screaming. And why is it so dark in here?” Tracey seemed remarkably calm to Marielle. In fact she seemed too calm to Marielle.

“Are you not upset that you are here?” Marielle asked Tracey.

“Yes!” Tracey said almost impatiently.

“You are so calm though. How do you do it?”

Tracy thought about the situation and finally said

“It is too late to change what has already happened. So now I need to concentrate on what is about to happen. The past is set; there is nothing that can be done to change it. So our actions now can only be put toward the future. Whatever that future will be.”

Marielle didn’t understand what Tracey said at all. So she kept her thoughts to herself.

The two women sat in silence both thinking about where they were and holding onto each other, slowly falling into a light sleep.

The Whisperer watched on his laptop as the two girls held each other while he tormented them. It was exciting to watch. It was really almost predictable how each of them would react to the situation. When it was time to resume his day job he would take off the blue over-sized coveralls and get into his suit and tie. He would make his lunch then go and kiss his bedridden wife goodbye. There was such a difference in his two loves. His ‘day job’ as those around him called it was somewhat mundane and regimented. In complete contrast was his second love. He loved watching the captured flit around in the hole he built for them. The most beautiful part was how he made the cage indescribable. Beneath his garage was a forty foot high space that he made look like a basement. He placed night vision cameras to watch all the activity of his victims. The stunted two story chamber was perfect for him to do his Lord’s work. Fifteen feet in the lower chamber he held them and then stairs led to where the true work was done. He had made the cameras feed to his laptop and his secret CCTV station in his house.

From an outsider’s perspective, the door that led down the chamber opened into a small storage closet. The small notch in the floor looked to access the stairs looked like a cement chip, completely innocuous. The Whisperer smiled at his ingenuity. He felt superior to all those around him, especially women. He knew that dealing with women in the workplace was a necessary evil and he despised the liberal people for letting the feminist anti –Christ’s get what they wanted.

“DAMN BLEEDERS!” was all he said as he stomped over to his closet and retrieved his suit jacket. The Whisperer took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. During his day job he needed to be calm, cool and collected. No emotions were to seep out. He was so afraid that if he let his emotions be free he would lose control of his entire world. There was a distinct balance that the Whisperer took pride in. No one from the outside knew that he had another side to him. Even his own mother, if she were alive, would be astonished at his dark side. He said goodbye again to his wife; gave the nurse the schedule for the day and walked to the garage door. He got into his car and drove to his ‘day job’ thinking of the evening’s festivities that would be taking place in less than twelve hours.