Edie

Edie

SasatheShy

I do hope people are still reading this. I’ll finish putting it all up, of course.

--

Chapter Nineteen: The Inmates

--

Verity rested comfortably against the soft, leathery cushions within the well-crafted carriage as it drove her to her destination. She rubbed her hands along the seats, satisfied with her effort on managing to trick some Cretchens into allowing her to use it for her wicked, greedy plan. She knew she had Hyatt to thank, really. She had given him and many others permission to fuck her for all of this. But what would she be to give up sex for those certain important necessaries she was changing in order to obtain Cain’s everything?

It was all worth it.

Smirking, Verity took a peek out her open window. She had been taken outside of town, and up ahead, she saw a small, ugly building. It was a prison. Cain’s prison. There, the worst of the worst Cretchens that had angered Cain spent their time. Also, few villagers that Cain had not felt like killing resided there, as well.

“What a dump,” Verity disfavored.

It was true. The building was not pretty. Made up of gray stones, it was cracked, and gloomy. Dead trees and plains surrounded it. There was not a single wildflower or animal in sight. It was as if the place was constructed by Satan, himself.

Leaning back, Verity tapped her fingers against her leg as the carriage pulled up to the building. It was well-guarded, and it had a wired fence. This made Verity chuckle. She turned as the door opened. She accepted the hand of the Cretchen as she was helped out of the carriage.

“Thank you,” she chuckled. She looked up at the building as the gate was opened. She stepped inside as a single Cretchen guided her through the long, dark corridors. The place was just as dead on the inside as it was on the outside. Verity kept a smile on her face, however, even as imprisoned men whistled at her as she followed her guide deeper and deeper into the prison. She knew where they were headed. Only the extreme baddies stayed the farthest under, and she knew that they’d not stop until they hit dead bottom.

Some minutes later, Verity was staring over a large, metal door. She watched as her guide took out a key and unlocked the door. He allowed her access as she thanked him. She stepped through as the door closed behind her.

At the far end of the hallway, Verity could make out the only cell in the skinny, claustrophobic hallway. Small candles aligned the walls, providing the only light in the room. But even so, it was enough light to see. Verity was reminded of a creepy underground dungeon. Well, she supposed that’s what it was.

Smiling, she walked down the long hallway, eager to get to the end. She pressed hard against the stone floor, letting her presence be known by whoever was on the other side. Soon, she got there. She touched the bars as she grinned to see two figures there.

There, two men glanced up at her. The first man was a bit on the heavy side, though most of that fat was muscle, except for in his belly. He had wrinkled peach skin, and a squared, dark face. His gray eyes seemed cold, and he had graying hairs on his head. He could easily be in his upper forties or early fifties. He sat facing the jail bars, leaning against the wall as he smoked on some paper. It was all he could get. To his left was another man, this one much skinnier, sitting on a small wood bench. This man had graying hair, as well, but it still had some brownish color. It was long and fell to the end of his back stringed in a ponytail. He had deep, blue eyes, and a handsome peach face. He appeared to be a bit younger than the other man. He sat carving some wood with a dull dagger.

The two wore identical gray clothes: single, loose shirts with string, and gray, loose pants. They also wore dark brown boots. But since they were prisoners, this was all they had, along with the bench, and a single pail for their waste.

“Hello boys,” said Verity as she cooed at them.

The man standing chuckled as he pushed off the wall. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Cain‘s precious pet. I never expected to see you down here, Verity.” He walked up to the bars as Verity’s smile broadened. “And what, might I ask, brings you down here?”

“Cain sent me,” she lied. “In fact, he’s willing to give you a special gift.”

Puffing on his paper, the man sighed as he exhaled. “Cain, huh? What did we do this time?”

“Nothing,” Verity said. “That’s the joy of it. You see, there’s -- this woman that has angered him. He wants her to pay for -- something very bad that she has done. He wants her to suffer.”

“Sounds bad,” the man nodded.

“Indeed,” Verity continued. “And so, he thought of you two. He figured why not let Gil and Bo have just a bit of fun? So -- for an entire night, he’s letting you have your way with her. That is -- if you want. I mean, I know that you and Bo have been cooped up in here for such a long time, Gil. When’s the last time you’ve had a woman to conquer, hmm?”

“Fuck,” Gil laughed. “It’s been a very long time. Right, Bo?”

Bo slowly lifted his head. Motionless and expressionless, he merely nodded as he continued to carve. It did show that he was listening; however, it was obvious that Bo wasn’t one for words, nor emotions, for that matter.

“Well then,” Verity smiled. “I’m sure you’ll both be happy to have this gift. Right?”

“Depends,” Gil said. “What’s the catch? Cain’s never been this fucking nice before. Is this woman some old, wrinkly hag?”

“Oh no,” Verity shook her head. “She’s very young, from what I’ve heard. And quite beautiful. No catch, I assure you.”

“Well, I’ll be.” Gil finished smoking. He put it out on one of the bars and placed the paper leftover in his pocket. “You’re fucking serious?”

“I sure am,” Verity smiled. “Cain didn’t care to see you, so he sent me instead. I’ll also be bringing you the girl -- tomorrow night.”

“So soon?” Gil asked. He laughed again as he placed his hands in the pockets of his gray pants. “Bo and I are pleased. Aren’t we, Bo?”

Again, Bo nodded. He arched his back a bit as he admired his crafty work. Though, the ‘thing’ he was making wasn’t much of anything. In fact, it sort of resembled a breast with a very hard nipple. But Bo seemed to like it.

“Good,” Verity said as she gleamed. She pushed off the bars. “It is settled, then. Be prepared, boys, for tomorrow night, you’re getting yourselves a little plaything.”

“We’ll be looking forward to it,” grinned Gil. “Won’t we, Bo?” He stepped backwards, retaking his position against the cold, stone wall.

Feeling victorious already, Verity pushed her braid back as she turned her back on the two inmates. Now, her plan was set. Now, all she needed was to wait. Tomorrow was going to be a good day.

She could feel it in her bones.

--

Edie huffed as some of her hair fell into her eyes. She blew at them, hoping her breath would get them out of her eyes. With no effect, however, she had to use her arm, instead. Her hands were covered in sticky dough. So far, she’s been having a rough, irritating day. She was surprised when Malvin had not even shown up for work, since he had always arrived early the past three days since she’s hired him. He had not come in at all, and Edie nor Tonisha knew where he was living. Luckily, she had her usual assistants and Amana helping her that day. It almost seemed as if thousands of customers were pouring orders over her head. She’s not had a moment’s rest since morning, and she was thankful that the day was nearing its end.

It’s been one, huge nightmare.

“Need a hand?”

Turning her head, Edie smiled to see Lavan standing next to her. “Yes, please.”

Pushing up his sleeves, Lavan helped Edie with the dough. It was really sticky. The two added more flour as Lavan giggled. “Busy day.”

“Yeah,” Edie sighed. “Malvin was supposed to come in today.”

“Who?”

“Our newest cook,” Edie said proudly. “I hired him. He’s really good, but he just didn’t show today.”

“He’s probably sick,” Lavan assumed. “You shouldn’t worry. I’m sure he’ll be back tomorrow.”

“You’re probably right, Lavan.”

For a while, the two worked in silence. They soon finished with the first pile of dough. As it was set aside to rise, Edie had Lavan’s help in making a new batch. She got out some eggs, butter, and milk as Lavan carried in a new bag of flour. In a bowl, they mixed the ingredients together, and soon began kneading the new batch of dough.

“So --” Lavan soon whispered, prepared to start up some conversation. “Where did those flowers come from?”

Edie paused. She nearly froze, but she managed to look up at Lavan. “You -- went into my room?”

“Earlier, I was,” Lavan said. “I was looking for you.”

“Oh,” said Edie. She did not want to answer him. She continued working, hoping to avoid answering. Unfortunately, Lavan was not in the mood to let this pass.

He tried again. “So where did you get them?”

Deciding that she should answer him, Edie shrugged her shoulders a bit. “Cain gave them to me.” She acted as if it was no big deal, even if it was. She had been taking well care of the flowers. It’s only been a few days, but none of them had died yet.

Immediately, Lavan felt his anger rising. He stopped working with the dough as he looked down at her. “Cain?”

“Yes,” Edie nodded. She said nothing more. She knew that this seemed out of place. Why would Cain give her flowers? But he did, and she really did like the flowers. She slowly eyed Lavan. She could almost sense his jealousy.

“When did he give you them?” he asked.

“Three days ago,” Edie said. “You weren’t here -- at the time.”

Lavan stared down at the counter. He rolled the dough around in his palms. He was unsure how to react to this, and how to further pursue it. Cain obviously knew Lavan was interested in Edie, and so he decided to start a little war. Well, Lavan was unsure, but perhaps two could play at that game?

“Are we on for tonight?” he asked.

Blushing, Edie shrugged her shoulders. “I’m a bit tired, actually. Today’s been awful.”

“I understand,” Lavan softly said, sounding disappointed. But he did not want to push Edie. He was a gentleman, after all.

“Sorry,” Edie whispered.

“Don’t be,” he smiled.

--

“Finally,” Edie sighed as she finished cleaning up the kitchen. All of her assistants had headed for home. Amana was upstairs, finishing up cleaning the tables. Edie had just cleaned the last dish, and she put it away.

“Just the trash to do,” she gasped. She wiped at her forehead and looked over at the trash. For such a busy day, the bag was not that full. Still, it needed to be taken care of. She went over and wrapped her hands around the bag. Just as she went to drag it outside, she was stopped by Tonisha and Amana. The two came into the kitchen. She released the bag and smiled at them. “Hi.”

“You’ve had a rough day,” Tonisha chuckled. She looked about the clean kitchen, astonished. “And you still managed to clean up nicely.”

“Yeah,” Edie smiled. She stepped up to them. “But it’s finally over.”

Tonisha rubbed her shoulder. “And guess who’s returned?”

Edie gaped. “Cain? Again?”

“He’s waiting upstairs,” said Amana as she folded her hands behind her back. “I think he really likes you, Edie.”

“Ugh,” Edie groaned. But in truth, she was anxious to see him. She looked down, knowing Tonisha and Amana both awaited any sign that she was at least a tad interested. They soon received this as she blushed. “Amana, would you mind taking the trash out this evening?”

“Not at all,” giggled Amana. “Go see Cain.”

Rolling her eyes, Tonisha led Edie upstairs. “I’m coming with.” She still didn’t trust Cain’s decision. She was mad at him for gaining some feelings for Edie, especially since she knew he had a fiancée waiting for him back at his home.

“Alright,” Edie said. “Thank you, Amana.”

“You’re welcome,” smiled Amana.

--

Amana dragged the trash into the alley. She was smiling, glad to do this for Edie. She still thought that Captain Cain was so handsome, and that Edie was lucky to have drawn his attention. Someday, Amana wanted a man that’d sweep her off her feet. Thinking this made her sigh happily.

Once outback, Amana started to dump the trash without realizing she was being watched. A carriage blocked the alley from the main street. The door opened as two heels from leathery, black boots touched the ground. A large black hood covered over Verity’s body, hiding her identity. She grinned as she eyed the girl. She eyed the girl’s brown hair, peach skin, and ugly purple dress.

“That’s her…” she whispered as she stepped forward.

“There,” Amana sighed. She had dumped the last bit of trash into the can. She covered it, ready to head back inside. She lifted the bag, and took a single step forward.

“Ah…!” A black cloth found its way into Amana’s mouth, preventing her from screaming. She began shaking, puzzled as to what was happening. She felt long, skinny arms force their way around her belly, pushing onto her and causing her to squeal. She stared up to find a scary woman grinning down at her.

“Don’t fight,” Verity cooed. She forced Amana’s hands behind her back, tying her hands with a silky black material. She then dragged Amana towards the carriage. “It’s pointless to try, Edie.”

“Mm?” Amana blinked her eyes. She was terrified. This woman was kidnapping her, and thought she was Edie.

Swiftly, Amana shook her head back and forth. She cried out as Verity pulled on her hair.

“Humph…” Verity sneered. “So Cain likes you, then? I suppose you are a bit pretty -- you’re so young. I never thought Cain was into young girls, but you’re still a bitch for taking him from me!”

Amana continued to shake her head as she was pushed into the carriage. The cloth had been tied tightly around her head. She wanted to fight, but her legs were shaking so violently, that she could not do anything. She had noticed a large man at the reins of the carriage. Amana was afraid these strangers would kill her if she tried to run.

“Get in there!” Verity growled. She got in behind Amana, and forced her to sit down. “We’re going for a little ride --”

As the carriage started to move, Amana snuggled into the cushion. Her heart was heavily pounding, and her palms started to sweat as the carriage took her and this scary, vicious woman out of Forter.