Musings From A Demented Mind by Derek Ailes, James Coon Page B

Jason.  She looked around the room hoping to find something close she could free herself with.  She was secured tightly. Even if there was something she could use, there was no way she could get to it.  She tried listening, hoping to hear somebody outside the room, but the only thing she could hear was the humming from the fluorescent light above her. 
    She thought about all the horror films she watched over the years.  None of them ever had a happy ending.  She pictured all the graphic scenes from the Saw movies and began to cry.  She tried to regain her composure.  She didn’t want to go into a panic attack while handcuffed to the bed.  She looked down and realized she wasn’t wearing the uniform from work.  She was wearing a fancy red dress.  Jason had undressed her and put her in the dress while she was unconscious.  She tried not to imagine what else he did to her, but she had a vivid imagination.
    “Stop it,” she said, trying to erase the images from her mind.  “You have to be strong.  You can get out of this.”
     
    “This is Randy Pacini reporting from I-80/94.  As you can see from the wreckage behind me, a truck carrying millions of bees jackknifed sending swarms of bees in every direction.  I’ve been stung once and my camera man has been stung twenty times.  We are now reporting from a safe distance.  As you can see, bee keepers are trying to salvage as many of the hives as they can.  They are urging people to stay away from I-80/94 and to those stuck in the traffic jam to keep their windows up and vents closed.”
    “Jason, that’s not too far from our house.  You should stay inside where it’s safe.”
    “Mother, I have to go to work soon,” Jason said as he brought his mother a cup of herbal tea.
    “Did you put enough milk in here?  I don’t like it when it’s bitter.”
    “I made it exactly the way you like it.  You should turn the news off.  It will only give you nightmares,” Jason advised.
    “I will after the weather report.  Now give your mother a kiss before you go to work.”
    He kissed the side of her right cheek.
    “You are such a good boy.  You’ll make some lucky woman a great husband.”
    “Thanks, mom.”
     
    Julianne tried sliding her tiny right hand out of the handcuffs with little luck.  She heard a car door slam.  A few seconds later, the door ahead opened and Jason walked in carrying an old, red plastic lunchbox.  He walked over to the side of the bed and sat down on the metal chair next to it.
    “I brought you some food.  I know you’re probably hungry.”
    “Can you take off the handcuffs?  I promise to be a nice girl.”
    She was staring at him seductively. 
    “Nice try, Julianne.  I’m not that gullible.”  He opened up the lunchbox and pulled out a small juice box.  He put the straw in it and put it in front of her mouth.  “Drink.  I don’t want you dying of thirst.”  She willingly sucked the juice through the straw.  “Now I want you to eat.” 
    “Why are you doing this?”
    “So we can be together like a loving couple.”
    “It’s not real.”
    “It is to me and that’s all that matters.”
    “Don’t you care about my well-being?”
    “Julianne, be a good girl and I promise I won’t hurt you.  You’re safe here.”  He offered her a peanut butter sandwich and she bit into it.  “Small bites.  I don’t want you to choke.”
    After she had finished the whole sandwich and drank the rest of the juice box, Jason grabbed a book off of the wooden desk and sat down next to her.  He read the book aloud to her for thirty minutes while she tried not to cry.  He put the book on the desk and then kissed her on the top of her head. 
    “I have to go to work now.  Unfortunately, I think one of their baggers will be a no show.”
    “They’ll know I’m missing.  My car’s still in the parking lot.”
    “They’ll never suspect me.”  He walked out of the garage.  A few seconds later she heard his car