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The Queen of Sorrow’s Falls
Part Five
The Usurper
By Razor7826
Deputy Eliza dangled from the ceiling, screaming into her ballgag as Suri whipped at her back, punishment for refusing to sit still in her cell. In the corner, Michelle reclined on a couch which she brought down from upstairs, skimming through the newest issue of Time. Her finger stopped on at an article about another ethnic conflict in Africa. She paused briefly before moving on to more interesting articles.
Eliza moaned loudly, drawing Michelle’s attention from the magazine.
“Don’t you think she’s had enough?” asked Michelle.
Suri lashed one more time then paused. “You have to be brutal from the get go. It will save you a lot of time in the long run, trust me.”
Michelle stared at the darkening marks on the deputy’s back and wondered how long they would take to heal, and more importantly, whether they would leave a scar. Her thoughts jumped from memory to memory as she tried to remember the last time she had received any significant injuries. She thought of the bruises suffered at the hands of the Tolsin’s, but, while many, the wounds were minor. After a few minutes of thinking, she remembered the time she was badly injured- a broken arm suffered during cheerleading practice while she was still a student at Serenity Falls High School, the same school that Jodie Klint attended.
The whip cracked again, and Michelle’s attention again fixated on the captive deputy. Her wounds were bleeding.
The doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of Michelle’s friends. Suri turned to Michelle and grinned. She returned the smile, knowing that the unwelcome friends would soon be purged from her life by the end of the day.
“I’ll let them in. The syringes are in the box underneath the cushions.” Michelle ascended the stairs and opened the front door. Joseph, but no Keith. He wasn’t wearing his sheriff’s uniform.
Joseph opened the storm door and walked in. “Keith’s going to be late. One of his clients is faking another spinal injury, and he needs to be there to harass the doctors.”
“Suri is downstairs already. Your deputy still isn’t cooperating with us.”
“Ah, yes, get ready for a bit of a media interest in the town. She was supposed to be on duty today. When I show up at work tonight to find that she hasn’t been in, I’ll file a missing person’s report with the county. They’ll probably be looking all over Serenity Falls for here, so make sure there’s nothing suspicious out and about.”
Michelle spent a brief moment pondering the implications of her still unknown disappearance and smiled. Things would be easier than she anticipated. She asked Joseph, “When is Keith going to get here?”
“Within a half-an-hour, he thinks. He’s leaving Williams Memorial right now, but there’s never any traffic this time on a weekend. Don’t worry, we have a few things to go over before he gets here.”
Michelle’s stomach dropped; she remembered the last time he wanted to discuss their arrangement with her, and the abuse that ensued. It was just three days ago that deputy Eliza Mishkin, on a tip from Jodie Klint’s mother, spied the missing girl in Michelle’s house, starting the spiral of events that ended in Michelle’s rape.
“Jillian Klint keeps calling the station. It doesn’t seem like Eliza told her anything before filling me in, but I’ve made sure to trash her reports.” He reached out and pinched Michelle’s cheek. “Don’t want anything getting to you, now do we?”
Michelle smiled back meagerly.
“We need to go over your bank records so I can determine the price of your freedom. Go on upstairs and get everything. I’ll be downstairs with Eliza,” He descended into the basement.
Though Michelle hoped that the documents would not prove to be necessary, she understood the need to patronize his interest. She grabbed the folder out of her lockbox with her bank statements, locked it shut again, and headed for the basement.
Michelle stepped down the stairs just in time to see Joseph collapse to the floor. Suri stood over his body, a needle held in her hand.
“Suri? What did you do?”
“I… I had to do it. He ungagged Eliza and she told him we were planning something.”
“You’re going to kill him, aren’t you?” asked Eliza, her arms still cuffed above her head.
Michelle snapped back quickly, “What do you care?”
“Don’t you dare touch him!” she yelled.
“Jesus, what’s your problem? Didn’t he rape you?” asked Suri.
“Don’t touch him!”
Michelle commanded “Just gag her. Her opinion doesn’t—“the doorbell interrupter her speech. “Shit. Yeah, gag her. Where is the other syringe?”
“On the couch.”
“Right. I’ll get him as soon as he turns his back.” Michelle pulled out the small wooden box and removed one of the remaining syringes placed it in her pocket, and rushed upstairs while Suri took care of Eliza.
Keith stood at the door, his hands in his suit pockets. “I really need to get a key to this place.” He entered the foyer. “Where’s Joe?”
“Downstairs,” answered Michelle, letting Keith lead the way.
He took four steps before Michelle stabbed the syringe into his neck and injecting the cocktail in one continuous motion. Michelle watched him stumble two steps forward and one to the side before collapsing to the floor, then yelled for Suri’s help. Once his arms were handcuffed behind his back, she ran into the kitchen and dialed for the vet.
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Three hours later, the two women and the veterinarian stood on the cliffs overlooking the eponymous Serenity Falls. The sound of rushing and crashing water drowned out the screams of the two caged men, each hunched over on their knees inside large portable kennels.
Suri fiddled with the hem of her sweater and watched her two companions slide one of the cages towards the cliff. “Are you sure we can get away with this?”
“Yes, Suri, we’ve been over this,” answered the doctor with a sigh. “This part of the falls is very deep. It will be years before anyone discovers their bodies, and there’s nothing officially linking them to any of us. They’ve kept both of us on the down low in case they ever had to take care of us.”
“I don’t know,” mumbled Suri.
The vet reached out and rubbed Suri’s shoulder, drawing a slight smile. “It’s gonna be alright, Suri. You know they deserve this.”
She responded with a giant hug. “You’re right, Toby. Thank you.”
Michelle Von Houten coughed to reclaim her friends’ attention. “We still have work to do.”
Keith shook violently in his cage and screamed into his gag. Michelle kneeled in the dirt before the cage and looked into Keith’s eyes.
“This isn’t any worse than you’ve treated countless men and women, boys. You’ve had this coming for a long time.” Michelle stood and turned to her friends. “Shall we?”
The first to fall was Keith. Though neither Michelle nor Toby was particularly strong, together they had the muscle to lift his cage and throw it unceremoniously into churning depths beneath the falls.
Joseph, seeing his friend plummet to a violent death, went berserk, thrashing about in his cage, throwing his weight from side to side, pivoting the kennel onto its edges.
“I don’t think we can safely carry him,” commented Michelle, completely unfazed by the murder she just committed. “We’ll need to push him off the cliff.”
Toby helped her with unquestioning focus on the task. They let go just as the kennel teetered on the edge. With one swift kick, Michelle gave the cage the nudge that sent it toppling end over end down the face of the cliff and into roiling lake beneath the falls.
That dagger dangling over Michelle’s head was no more. She had stolen the throne of leadership from what would eventually be known as the Sorrow’s Falls BDSM Club.
For the first time in many years, Michelle von Houten was truly happy. With a sadistic grin, she gave her first command as Queen.
“Jodie keeps crying for her mother. I think we should grant her wish.”
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