Bloom

Warning: This story contains descriptions of torture. If you are a minor or are easily offended by this type of content, then please do not read.

 

Bloom: Part 14 – Heaven

 

            Heaven was irritating. Sheila was very disappointed that there was pain in heaven. The bright lights were irritating too and all the milling around. The angels were loud and obnoxious…they were fat and ugly. They had no wings. Best to go back to sleep, she could deal with heaven later. This was really a disappointment!

 

            The next thought Sheila had was more coherent. She was not in heaven. This was a hospital. She was alive. She remembered falling down the embankment and the pain on her neck. She reached up and felt a thick wad of padding there. She must have been shot in the neck. Her left arm was in a cast and when she tried to move it she cried out in pain. A nurse in the room was startled and hurriedly called to alert someone. Quickly many faces were upon her, asking if she knew who she was, if she was feeling pain. Yes her neck and arm were sore. Did she want a drink? Yes. No one was asking the right questions though.

 

The doctor explained that she was shot in the neck; it had missed an artery. The funny thing though was that it wasn’t even the bullet that dislodged the GPS component…as Sheila tumbled over the cliff, the tracking portion of the collar snapped off, weakened by Sheila’s efforts to bust it off earlier. It was this tracking element that was flung into the stream by the momentum of the fall. Sheila figured it must have been some sort of divine intervention, because any change in any of the variables during the fall would have caused the GPS component to land along with her. It was perfect.

 

            It turned out that Karen’s land wasn’t as remote as it once had been. New developments were going in on the area. Surveyors looking at the stream had stumbled upon Sheila unconscious, lying almost fully encased in the mud.

 

            Suddenly everyone scurried out of the room as if to make way for the Emperor. The Emperor was actually a short pudgy man, with a balding head. He introduced himself as Detective Jack Barlow, and asked if she was up to talking. Of course she was! He asked if she had seen Sandra alive. Yes! Did she know who had her? Karen! Did Karen say anything about where they were going? He obviously knew about Karen. She told him everything she knew. Sheila relived the horrible months she suffered at Karen’s hands in detail.

 

            Detective Barlow maintained his professional air, seemingly undisturbed by the story, and told Sheila that yes, they found out about Karen. The property where she was found was owned by her.

 

Karen Jane Bloom.

 

            Her house was burnt to the ground. Some type of accelerant was used so the fire was so hot it destroyed any evidence. The cars registered to her were also torched. Detective Barlow produced a picture of Karen; it was from a drivers license. Like all drivers licenses everywhere, it looked nothing like her. Her hair was curled and her makeup was different. Detective Barlow told Sheila that they were having trouble finding a recent photo of Karen; it seemed that Karen had gone about collecting any photos of herself. He had some older wedding photos, but they looked even less like Karen than the drivers license.

 

            The detective assured Sheila that Karen would be caught; it was just a matter of time. In fact the publicity on this case was astounding! Someone was sure to come in with some information. But Sheila’s parents were here…

 

            It was a heart-wrenching reunion, and Sheila kept assuring them that she was ok. The interviews followed as she recovered, it seemed every existing magazine wanted to talk to her. But progress on the case slowly ebbed, all the leads had dried up or turned up to be dead ends.

Eventually Sheila attempted to get on with her life, but one thing she had to do to sever the past. She had to visit the site of Karen’s house.

 

            She drove there on a sunny Friday. She didn’t want to take anyone along even though they kept insisting. The area was full of life and there was no hint of the horrors that had happened there. Sheila pulled into the driveway that led to nowhere. A pit was all that remained…soon it would be sold and another house would arise. The next house was sure to contain none of the evils that once happened in this spot. While walking around Sheila came upon the remnants of a garden, some of the plants were burned from the heat, but some still flourished.

 

            Walking to the farthest end, Sheila came across a beautiful rosebush. It was especially lovely in that the roses were colored a very dark red. No one could ever mistake them as being black, but nonetheless they were striking. A spade was near by and Sheila decided that she would save one life from this horrendous experience and began to dig up the bush…she would take it home. There was a pit large enough to hold a person nearby the bush, as if something had already been dug up. No matter, the small bush was easily uprooted and placed in a container lying nearby. Sheila loaded this into her car and drove away.

 

            There was nothing here of Karen,

 

nothing here of Sandra,

 

and nothing here of her.

 

 

 

 

 

           

            Two years had passed and Sheila almost deleted the message. It looked like spam, but Sheila always looked at everything. The email said “Sheila, look inside for used and abused cunts!” Before she could delete it the first line caught her eye. It was from Karen…

 

Dear Sheila,

 

            So sorry to have missed you! Sandra and I have been following your story closely, and we both wish you were here! I am planning to swing by sometime so I can pick you up to see your sister, I’ll surprise you! Take care!

 

With love,

Karen

 

P.S. I’ve attached a photo of your dear sister so you can get an inkling of the fun we’ve been having.

 

            Attached was a photo, and Sheila almost couldn’t bear to open it. But she knew that she had to. As she stared at the photo the blood drained from her face.

 

            Sandra at first appeared to be on her elbows and knees, but that wasn’t the case at all… Karen had amputated Sandra’s arms above the elbows and legs above the knees. Her breasts were so elongated that they actually dragged on the floor, the same with her pussy lips. The photo was a bit blurry on Sandra’s face, but Sheila could see the slightest hint of…a…smile.

 

Sandra was smiling for her sister.