"Please, stay here until I'm back", said Monique softly, as she
walked away slowly, into darkness. Adam cannot move, and he cannot
remember why. He's just lying there, hearing Monique's footsteps slowing
departing.
"What the hell is going on?" He said to himself. All he remembers
was getting married to the beautiful monique he loved and what was going
to be the best day of his life turns out to be a nightmare.....
He cannot think straight. He felt alone, lying in a cold, pitch
dark environment. "Why are we here?" He asked. "What happened?"
There's no
one to answer.
Besides the pain from his leg, he cannot remember much about the
night before. But first and foremost he wants to marry monique. He is
planning on taking monique to the carribean to secretly get married, and
when that's done he is going to get even with Grayson.
"But where am I now?"
"Where's Monique?"
<Models, Inc.> Role Play Episode 05
Total Recall
For Carrie, there was nothing pretty about being a prostitute, but
there were always measurement of levels. This much she realized and she
would
give anything to be a call girl back in LA as oppose to a whore down in
central America.
But how could she give anything when she had nothing, when she had
belonged to the head hooker of the bordello and the man above her? They
had
her, body and soul, for she had to do as they said, as they required, for
there were far worst things they could do to her if she didn't comply
immediately, things that included death. But the means of death could take
so painfully long, by their devices, and then again, they had things that
were far worse than death. Things that would make her want to die, but then
they would not let her die. Pain that would make her nerves tremble, pain
that would reach into her body, her mind, her soul, pain that would never
end.
They had shown her what could happen to her with another woman who
had been unwise to disobey them. Elisha had disobeyed them once too often
and she had been taken somewhere for a day where her screams would not be
heeded. Stripped, they had smeared honey on her breasts, on her femininity,
and had hog tied her out next to a 'minor' ant hill, for only an hour or
two. The pain was unimaginable and she thought she was saved when they
removed her, but it was only later when their true intentions were
discovered.
The damage the ants had done had scarred her body, damaged her
femininity. Sensitivity was lost to her and she was reduced to being dry
and unfeeling. But they did not release her from her obligation to them,
but instead, kept her around for those without much money, keeping her
away from any means to end it all.
Carrie shuddered each time she pictured her, any time she was
reminded of her. And she would obey what they asked of her.
James Baker, as he was known to the bordello, was her momentary
rescue from the evils of this world. With him, she was reminded of what
was once and hopefully could be again. His tastes were fine and because
of them, she was granted the luxuries and softness to please his desires.
For him, the soaps, the perfumes, the cosmetics she once knew were made
available to her. And only because she was the only one he would ask
for was she protected from the jealousy of the other women in the house,
for Jim paid very well.
Carrie thought none of her situation, only of the time with him
and to make it the most as she sat in front of the vanity table in Jim's
room of the house, seeing herself in the mirror, her hair washed and
brushed over her shoulders, her pale skin highlighted by the satin copper
chemise she wore. It was here, as she made sure she was perfect, waiting
for
him that she heard the door behind her open.
"Eric, Linda, please come in," Lt. Soto said quickly. He had moved
rather rapidly to his feet as soon as he had learned that the two were present
in the other office, opeing the door, searching them out of the busy
squad area, and ushering them in. Closing the door behind them, he returned
to behind his desk without a word. Awkwardly, the two sat down in the
chairs infront of his desk, Linda making sure her short skirt layed
propperally while Eric took a rather slouched aspect, not caring if his
jacket was wrinkled or not. He was a contrast to the police lieutenant on
the other side, the collar closed, the tie neatly in place, while Eric
had no tie and his top button was undone.
"Lt., I don't know what you expect of us," Linda suddenly said
in
a rush. "The events of yesterday took us all by surprise, it all happened
so fast. There was the ceramony, then the fight, then the gunshot and
it all went wild. We saw nothing to..."
"That's not why I wanted to talk to you," Soto interrupted. "Where
is Adam, Monique, and Hillary?"
"I don't know. I haven't seen Adam and Monique since yesterday.
Hillary went to the hospital to see after Cally, but she didn't return home
last night." Linda suddenly became anxious and leaned forward on the
edge of her seat. "Why? What has happened?"
"Hillary Micheal's car was found a block from Adam's house,
crushed by a another car. There is no sign of her, nor of them."
That was enough to bring Eric alive. "Where are they?"
Lt. Soto seemed to have ignored the question completely, looking
rather conservative.
"What are you trying to say Lt.? Are you suggesting they're all
dead?" said Eric impatiently.
"Shut up Eric. What about Daniel?" Linda added.
"Let's go guys. Don't waste time!" said Craig, as he rushes out
of
the house. "So what Anna said may be true afterall!"
"You should have listened Julie", said Sarah, as Julie, Cyntheia
are stepping into the Craig's car.
"How would I know? So you think Stephenie's blown up Adam's house?
So do you think they're all dead?"
"Dead I don't know. But your dad has a lot to do with it I tell
you Sarah." said Sarah.
"What?"
"I remembered him - he's the explosion expert of..."
The phone rings.
"Yo. Craig here... Uh huh. thanks Lt. we'll be here soon"
"What happened?" Cyntheia asked.
"Adam, Monique and Hillary all gone missing."
"Oh. I can't think. Let's get there quickly." Julie said.
"May be we should take Anna to the police so that she can tell
them what she saw at the wedding! And what she told us last night!"
suggested Sarah as the car's getting further and further away from the
beach house.
Grayson opened the door, not certain what exactly to expect.
There's no one there, nothing.
She then observes an envolope, laying next to the door mat.
Surprised, Grayson opened it with care. She looked pleased.
"That's wonderful - incredible in fact." said Grayson to herself.
"I want you ALL to be my sacrifice."
THE END OF RP.5 "Total Recall"
Written by
*Traci "DRAGONETTES" <TH06@swt.edu>
*Bryan P. Vincent <bvincent@nwlink.com>
*WhiteDog <lwdog@netspace.net.au> and
*Frank Filipek <filipek@clam.rutgers.edu>
New storyline devised by Douglas Fairbanks, WhiteDog and
*Danielle Spence <DANIELLE_SPENCE@HP-PaloAlto-om4.om.hp.com>.
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