| MARGARET - LOST FROM HER MIND [ part 19 ] (Maggie continued her story) “When I awoke, it was to find my new master had collected me and I was travelling in his car, it was a large vehicle which he stored away in a sub-basement of his house. He had several machines in the basement. “The first thing he did, even before he took me out of the . . . Hummvee I think he called it . . . was to use my cunt, he was very quick about it, he hadn’t even taken off my blindfold. I felt him squirting inside me and then he pulled the blindfold away, I recognised him as my headmaster, or rather Margaret’s headmaster. It was as if he wanted to see my reaction to his face.” “And did you react?” Sister E asked her, Maggie nodded. “I did, it was a surprise to see the man who was the headmaster of the school and know he was using me. When my face showed my feelings he just laughed at me!” Maggie’s voice altered slightly as she mimicked her new owner’s voice. “Oh Margaret if you only knew how much effort it was not to call you to my office and take you there and then. But I knew that I could bide my time. Not even your parents could stop me.” He sounded as if he was gloating; Sister E made a note and continued listening. “It was lucky that I’d already handed in my resignation to the school, ‘Oh what a thing to happen’ they’d told me! I’d made out that the loss of the 10 of you was the reason for my resignation, and they brought it! They even tried to convince me to stay.” Richard shook his head in mirth. “You were worth every one of those children. Now clean me off!” He ordered and smiled as Margaret quickly obeyed his command, wriggling around in her bonds. Sister E stopped Maggie at that point and then she asked the main question. “How did you kill Richard?” Margaret took over the body; her voice was cold but brittle. “It was some time later, I’d been taking over the body whenever Mahut or Maggie were asleep, they didn’t notice me. I found out that Richard had been the one who had me kidnapped, I planed to stop him.” Sister E interrupted her. “But you’re what 9 years old, how could you stop this Richard person?” Margaret gave a small smile, “What Richard didn’t know was that daddy had given me some advance self-defence instruction, he also included information about identification methods . . .” She paused for a moment. “I don’t know what he was doing but he put me into his car and started driving.” “Well I say he put me in the car, what he did was to put me in the boot. There was a small leak in the exhaust which almost made Maggie unconscious; Mahut (or slave as she was then) was in the same condition. I managed to hang on so that when he opened the trunk and took me out I was in control. I fell down onto the ground as I tried to stand, and took hold of a large stone. When Richard pulled me around to hit me I slugged him with the stone on the temple. He fell to the ground. I hit him again, and again on the base of his skull. Until I could feel it shatter.” Margaret gulped a couple of times and paused in her narration as she gathered her nerve to continue, Sister E sat watching her. She didn’t try to comfort the girl, this was something she’d have to face up to. “When I knew he was dead I realise that he could still be recognised . . . So I took the stone and dug in into his eyes, pulping them. And then . . . I opened his mouth and kept hitting him to smash his teeth!” She stopped again, this time Sister E asked her gently. “And child what about his fingerprints, did you do anything about them?” Margaret thought for a moment. “I did try to scrape them with the stone, but I don’t think it worked. So I threw the stone into a nearby stream.” Her face was now going white with the memory, Sister E decided that it was time to bring the interview to an end; she already had the main information. But then Mahut spoke again, “Priestess! I then tried to stop Margaret and to remove her, but she slipped away again. I tried to revive my master Richard, but it was too late, I mourned for his spirit and remained by the chariot until the guardians in blue appeared.” Sister E looked puzzled for a moment until Margaret explained, “She means the police, Mistress.” Mahut nodded her head, “Yes thank you Margaret, they are the ones I mean Priestess. For some reason the icons on their shoulders seemed familiar, the name Ropeville and the word Police. The guardians were female. They talked into a small box in their chariot and then placed me inside the chariot. “They took me to the hospital. Being true to my training I viewed the lesser persons there as potential replacements and so defended my position, very soon some of the slave masters separated us and I found myself in a strange room, with padding on all the walls. “A mistress soon entered the room with her slave, whom I managed to hurt before being made unconscious. When I awoke the Mistress was there, on her own, she asked me who I was, but when I answered her in the hand language she shook her head and told me to speak. But as she wasn’t a master and so I could not obey her. “She left the room leaving food and a container for my wastes. But as I was not given any orders I could not eat. And so I stood waiting . . . How long I remained there I can not say, but I heard a slight click as if something had turned on, then it was followed by the door of the room opening. I thought it was the mistress returning but found it was another replacement. I went to defend my place when a man’s voice told me to stop. I had to obey his voice and so I did. The replacement left the room and I was ordered to eat and relieve myself. “Sometime later a guardian in blue entered the room and she held a gun in her hand. I saw her fire it and expected to die as all failed slaves would.. .” Sister E smiled at her. “But you didn’t die did you Mahut?” The girl shook her head, “No Priestess, I awoke in a cell and the voice of my new master spoke out.” Sister E nodded. “That would be Paul Purple, he was engaged to help you, and to that end he asked for help, which is why you have arrived here.” Sister E looked at the sky, the sun was at its zenith. ‘Ra decrees that you should eat now Mahut, handmaiden’ She said in Hebrew Mahut bowed to Sister E, ‘The god is great!’ she intoned and rose to her feet. She looked around and then Margaret spoke. “Mistress? Why is it that Mahut calls you Priestess? I don’t understand” Sister E nodded to the girl. “That’s easy Margaret, Mahut sees in me a Priestess of her time and so defers to me as such. And to Mahut a Priestess is greater rank than a mistress. And so I am one to be obeyed.” Sister E tried to make it sound logical. Margaret didn’t really understand but then nodded as if she did. “I see Mistress, what is your command?” She added. “Find Sinister and Dexter, they should be here soon, accompany them to the Dining Hall and have lunch. Then report to Mistress Hildegard for analysis on your performance last night, listen to her she has an extensive knowledge of dance. You will retire early as I expect you to greet the dawn in the morning.” Margaret nodded her agreement and walked to the exit of the garden. Running towards her were the two girls. “We didn’t want to be late, are you okay? ‘Cause you look slightly white, Come on you can tell us while we go to the Dining Hall.” The two girls said as they grabbed hold of her hands. Margaret quickly ran through the orders that Sister E had given her as she knew the whole story would take too long to tell the girls. “I’m scared of mistress Hildegard.” She finished. The two girls nodded their agreement; they’d worry about the dance mistress! “But you heard what she said, your dance was very good, that’s high praise from her!” they told Margaret. ---- The girls arrived at the dining hall to find Emily sitting on a bench outside crying. Dexter went to her, the other two joined her. “Do your wounds hurt you Emily?” She asked the older girl. “It’s not that, it’s just that I know I’ll be out of water by the end of the day, and I’ll be forced to drink . . . drink . . .” She couldn’t say the word. “Your piss!” Dexter could. But she smiled, “Don’t worry about it, just think about water, where does it come from? Streams and rivers right?” Emily looked at Dexter as she spoke nodding without knowing where this was leading. Sinister took up the conversation, “And what lives in those streams and rivers?” She asked. Emily looked at her and then, after thinking said, “Fish do.” Then both girls started talking, “And what do, you think fish, do in the water?” They asked. “Swim?” the now puzzled girl replied. “They do, but they also piss, shit and make love, all in that water, so what’s the difference? Except you haven’t made love in water yet!” They said which made Emily laugh. “But that’s been purified so many times, and everybody drinks water, not . .. not their own . . . piss!” “Oh I’ve had to do that several times!” Margaret said, “My master thought it funny to make me piss into a tube and then suck it all up into my mouth, of course by then nothing he made me do was gross!” she added sadly. Emily looked at the young girl, “Your master? Don’t you mean you father?” Margaret shook her head, “No he was the man who sold 9 other children into slavery just so that he would get me, I was with him for almost a year before I was able to kill him, he was also the man who killed my parents, or at least had them killed.” She said coldly. Emily didn’t know what to say, she just looked at the girl, she had heard what Margaret had said and it wasn’t a rejection of the girls’ words. But Sinister and Dexter nodded their heads, they now knew what it was that Margaret hadn’t told them. “Did he deserve to be, killed like that?” They pressured Margaret. “Oh yes, deep down I knew that he did it! It was just I didn’t know it at the time, when I did it I was just trying to kill him!” She said. Emily looked at the three girls, “So are you going to kill anyone else?” she asked Margaret. Margaret just tipped her head on one side, “Well . . . I was considering a girl is only worried about a strange taste in her water . . .” Emily raised her hands in a warding gesture. “Oh no, not me! If you can survive a year like that then I should be able to last a week!” She quickly said. Margaret smiled, “Now then I think you’d better get into the Hall, this is your main meal after all!” The three girls pulled Emily to her feet. Before they entered the Hall the twins spoke again, “You know Emily, if you ever feel lost or frightened, or even need to talk about anything you can always talk to us, but I think that Danielle is closer to you, she’ll support you!” Emily looked confused until the girls shown her that Danielle was seated in her chair but looking nervously at the entranceway. It made Emily stop and think, she turned to the three and smiled at them before taking her place at the table. The three girls went to their table and sat down, a small box, hitherto unseen, bleeped at them. Dexter – taking command – picked it up. It was a small screen which reacted to her touch. ‘Very good of you girls to try and help somebody. But Emily has to go through this on her own. Although she will need encouragement’ The message was signed with just the letter ‘E’ The three girls just looked at each other, the unspoken question ‘how much were they being watched?’ The meal was eaten in silence as they didn’t want to earn any punishment. ---- After lunch the twins ran with Margaret to the dance studio, there was a class in progress, but Mistress Hildegard beckoned Margaret in, she pointed to the mirror where a practise rail was fixed before returning to the unfortunates she was teaching. “No, no, no girls, you should be behaving like Gazelles, but instead you are like the cow with three left feet! Now again 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 and 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4. More lift Miranda! Henrietta you can bend further than that! And so the lesson went. Soon Margaret felt that she was limber enough and moved to join the class itself. She found that they were behind her in experience, soon she was being used by Mistress Hildegard as a model for the classes movements. When the class’s session was over Mistress Hildegard started a tape recording for those girls who were able to remain. “Now girl, you ask me how can we give full expression to the music by the medium of the ballet? How many of you watched young Margaret here last night?” All the remaining girls raised their hands. “Gut! Now Margaret, how much of your dance was choreographed?” Hildegard asked. Margaret looked at the Mistress and said, “Only the first part Mistress, the rest was completely extemporisation?” At the other girls’ mystified looks she added, “I followed the music and just danced what I though would fit.” Hildegard nodded, “Yes and it was very well done, but what was wrong with the way you did that?” She asked. Margaret looked puzzled for a moment and then looked at Hildegard, “I danced too fast mistress and began to tire myself out. If it hadn’t been for the change in the music I would have collapsed.” Hildegard smiled at the answer. “Yes the two girls did well in that respect!” She turned her attention to the screen and started to analyse each movement, rewinding and playing back in slow motion. “Margaret, when you started the Polka section, why didn’t you follow the steps laid out by Fountayne?” She asked. Margaret shook her head, “I’m sorry Mistress, but I was only given video lessons, I do not know those movements!” She admitted. Hildegard just started at her. “You mean to say that you are completely self taught? No living teacher was there to point out your errors?” Margaret dropped her eyes in shame, “No Mistress.” She said. At this point the whole class gasped as Mistress Hildegard went to the girl and hugged her, “Oh my poor one. All that talent inside you! Keep up your practise and when you are old enough to come here you will become the greatest dancer the world has seen!” The rest of the afternoon was spent the Hildegard as the pushed Margaret though an advance lesson in ballet. When both of them were tired out Hildegard handed Margaret a stack of videos. “Watch these, they will help you expand our horizons, and I do wish to see you in 4 years time!” And she kissed Margaret – which was something she never expected to do with on of the girls at the school. ---- An exhausted Margaret met up with Sinister and Dexter for dinner that evening. She raised her eyes to show that she didn’t want to say much. The two understood as they had taken occasional glanced into the dance studio, and had seen Margaret dancing each time. As they entered the Dining hall they went to their table and sat down awaiting the server. Margaret looked towards Emily’s seat, there were two bottles on her table with two glasses at her place. Mystified the girls watched as Emily took her place and picked up one bottle from which she poured a small measure of water. Then she picked up the other bottle and poured an amber liquid into the second glass. She then cut the two pieces of dried toast in half and then, before eating, took a mouthful of the amber liquid with which she moisten her mouth and carefully spat it back into the glass, then she ate the first piece of toast. The three girls glanced at each other and smiled, although she’d be brushing her teeth and using more mouthwash at night, Emily would now be able to get through the week. Again the box on the table started to bleep. Dexter looked at the other two girls who both shook their heads. Dexter sighed and picked it up. ‘Dexter, you and Sinister can practise your music alone tonight. Margaret has an early call in the morning. You will bring her to the greeting place a half hour before dawn. YOU WILL NOT BE LATE! E’ Margaret just looked at the display and nodded gratefully, she was tired out following the day’s events. The twins looked at Margaret questioningly and she nodded her agreement to the orders, and turned her attentions to the food, but she started to yawn. In fact while she was eating the dinner she found herself falling asleep, the twins tried their best to keep her head away from her plate. It was Mistress Hildegard who came to the girl’s table. She looked at Margaret and shook her head before lifting the girl up in her arms and walking out of the Dining Hall, she took Margaret back to the room assigned to her and placed her on the bed. She smiled at the sight of the young girl lying there and then closed the door behind her as she left. |