Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Story of Revenge

I decided to go on a mini vacation alone. It had been hectic and just needed to get away.

In a small town about 100 miles from home I exited the elevator in a "lavish" Holiday Inn to reach my room. It didn't look like anything I had seen on the Internet. Not sure where the lavish came from.

There were several young people hanging out in the hall.  Walking over legs I arrived at my door, slipped the card key in and let myself in. The room was mediocre. It needed some painting and updates. But I let it go.  I didn't plan on staying in the room because my itinerary was quite full. 

Later when I left to find a restaurant for dinner the young people were still there. They weren't noisy and had not disturbed me.

I did have a fleeing thought wondering why were they there? Homeless? Nothing to do?  They were a mixture of races: African Americans, one or two Hispanics, a Korean and several Caucasians. I admit I am not good at estimating ages but it would be safe to say their ages were between 17-25.

Everyone seemed happy, laughing and drinking. They said hello and welcomed me to their city. A pudgy Caucasian white girl offered me some punch. I graciously accepted it and took a sip.

I know! Yes, my mother taught me never to take anything to drink or eat from a stranger. It was humid and hot. You step out of the door and you are sweating. After all, they were being friendly. Right?

The next thing I knew I was laying on the dirty carpeted floor of my hotel room.  My vision was distorted. Everything was white and twisted. I heard the young people laughing. I saw movement in front of me but couldn't distinguish who or what it was.  Suddenly I realized I had been trying to move but I couldn't. It was a terrifying feeling.  I was not bound in any way. I was paralyzed. I tried saying something but nothing came out.

Shortly, a black silhouette was in front of me. I could feel and smell his smoky liquor breath on my cheek. I wanted to gag. The voice was laughing and saying, "I'm going to have some fun with this one. I'm gonna rape her." He used more expletives describing in detail what his plans were. I was terrified!

"No, man! You can at least wait until she is awake so she can really enjoy it," was the reply from a different male voice laughing behind me. I could feel movement around me like they were jumping around.  At that moment I realized I needed to play like I was still unconscious until I came up with a plan.

It seemed months were passing by before my vision came back to normal and I was able to move During the day the hooligans were there laughing as they planned what they were gonna do to me. At night they were gone. One of them even showed concern that I had not waken up yet.

When they left late at night I had a lot of alone time to think in the darkness. 

I decided I wouldn't show any signs in front of them because I knew I couldn't overtake all of them. Looking around I saw my Henry Pump Action Octagon .22 rifle hanging on the wall. I was confused. Why did they take everything else but not the rifle? I knew I had more ammo under the mattress. I confirmed then these people were really stupid. 

The next day as I continued to play possum they returned even more vile and rowdy. 

Night finally returned and they left. I wobbly got to my feet. My legs were heavy and stiff.  I was weak, hungry and dehydrated. When I finally stood up I walked around  shaking my arms to get the blood circulating. I then grabbed my rifle and ammo. I pushed a chair to a space where I was on the side of the door a few feet away. I waited.

Surprisingly, I did not have to wait for long. The wannabe rapist came strutting early in the morning alone. His pants down to his knees showing his ugly green and purple plaid underwear. He stopped at the door. When he didn't see me on the floor his head whip lashed back and forth until he saw my shadow. I stepped out with my gun aimed at his head and warned him, "Do. Not. Move.  I will kill you if you do."

When he saw the barrel of my rifle his eyes widened. His hands flew up and he stammered, "I'm so so sorry. Don't shoot!" He was whining like a baby.

Furiously, I shouted, "You SOB wanted to rape me huh? "

He begged, "No! No! Please!  Don't shoot me! I wasn't going to rape you. I was just playing around."

With the rifle still aimed I said, "I heard everything all of you said and saw what you did. You don't joke about this. It is payback time." I pulled the trigger. The bullet flew into his knee. The wannabe rapist fell to his side yelping.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! It hurts. Don't shoot me again please! I beg you man!" he pleaded.

I shouted, "I'm not a man, what's wrong with you people calling a lady a dude. Shut up dumb ass! Get up!"

He cried saying, "I can't."

I demanded more loudly, "Get up or you die!" His pleading teary eyes looked at me as he struggled to get up. When he was up I shot him in the other knee.

I said, "This is my revenge! I am also trying to teach you a lesson!"

He cried, prayed and was apologetic. I asked him if he now realizes I am serious."

Shaking and resigned he said, "Yes ma'am. I'm so sorry. Please call for help. I'm bleeding!"

I laughed and said, "You'll be just fine!" I told him to pull himself in the corner, lay on his stomach with his arms out so I could see him but no one could until they came into the room. I instructed him to shut up and be quiet if he wanted to live.

At daybreak the hooligans, one by one, came into the door at intervals. They pleaded for mercy. I gave them mercy. They each got a bullet in their knee. I made them stack on top of each other.

The wannabe rapist kept pleading to me that he would suffocate with all the weight. I ignored his pleas. 

In between the hooligans, a man dressed in a cop uniform came in inquiring, "What is this about?"  He drew his gun on me. But I knew it was a water gun and his handcuffs were fake. I told him my experience and told him to chill. He started laughing saying, "You didn't shoot them. Give me the gun!" I told him I knew he was not a cop so who was he.

He became arrogant and said, "I can take you you down in a split second honey?"

The wannabe rapist yelled, "She is crazy man!"

POW! I shot the wannabe cop in the shoulder. He went on top of the growing pile. I had a heap of people bleeding.

There was one left I eagerly waited for, the pudgy white girl who offered me the punch. As we waited I started interrogating my captors. Some were wanna be criminals and others had a record. I found out it was the white girl's idea to spike my punch with "Ensol."  I had been unconscious for 7 days.

I asked them if they were scared? They all nodded yes. Some with watery eyes. Some with a stone cold gaze. I told them to think how I felt. Knocked out. Woke up unable to move or speak. My vacation was ruined. There was silence for a long time.

Finally, the pudgy white girl strolled into the room engrossed on her iPhone unaware of what was happening around her. She heard a movement and looked up, right into the barrel of my shotgun as I slammed the door behind her. Dropping her phone she started to scream. I grabbed her hair and swing her across the floor. Yes, I had the strength. I was that angry!

I told her to stop! Everyone was shivering. There was sheer terror in the room. I knew exactly what they felt. I interrogated her and she confessed to everything. After she got a bullet in her shoulder and in her knee I told her to get on top of the pile.

The wannabe rapist begged, "Please I'm gonna die with that fat pig on top. She weighs 300 lbs."

The girl shouted back, "250!"

He looked at me with sorrowful and pleading eyes. The girl got on top and many sounds of pain and shuffling continued.

I just watched as I thought what was going to be my next move. I hadn't thought that far ahead.

After a few minutes I stood up in front of them and said, "Now here's what we are going to do." I walked back with my rifle trained on the heap and grabbed a tape recorder out of my pocket. I had found it in the drawer when I had arrived and put in my pocket.

"I will start from the bottom. Because, we don't know how much air he will have. It all depends on how fast everyone does this next step if he lives or suffocates. Everyone of you will speak into this recorder and admit to what role you played in this crime. There will be no lies. I have more bullets. You state your name, age, address, the crime and why."

Each one took their turn. None of them could come up with the reason except fun.

I then brought out a phone out of my other my pocket and gave it to the wannabe rapist and told him I was gonna call 911. He was going to tell 911 what he did and ask for help, then hand the phone to the person on top so they can tell their story. Everyone did as told.

After they were done, I told the person on top to get off and take off their pants and the next one do the same and so on.  They were to turn around facing the the wall with their hands on it and cross their ankles. They complied. When the cops and EMTs came they were stunned. Some told jokes among themselves. Most high-fived and laughed.

Scene change. Weeks later.

We are all before the judge. The young men and women dressed in their usual rags stood before the judge. Their court appointed lawyer tried to persuade the judge that I received my revenge and the crime I committed against them outweighed theirs.

I reminded the judge they ruined my vacation and had me locked up in my own body for 7 days. Although I shot them they were able to move. They are all on the mend and will have full recoveries.  I also blamed the hotel for lack of security because obviously the hooligans had done this before as some confessed.

The judge ruled, "Ladies and gentleman, this case is clear. These young men and women prowled on visitors. However, they made a big mistake. They picked on the wrong person when they encountered the plaintiff who is THE victim.   A woman of amazing wit, courage and weird sense of revenge.  I charge all of you (except the plaintiff) vandalism, robbery, kidnapping, loitering, attempted rape, impersonating a police officer and harassment. I sentence each of you 40 years in prison and probation for the rest of your life thereafter. 

He turned to the hotel's CEO and said, "I will fine your hotel for unsafe conditions. I can't believe your housekeepers didn't find the plaintiff. Obviously the management and employees  didn't do their job. You have no cameras or security to protect your visitors. I fine your company $2 million dollars, you are to get a security officer and have camera in every hall and every corner of your hotel. For emotional damages you will pay the plaintiff a million dollars per day she was captive which makes it $7 million.

I jumped on my feet and yelled, "But your honor, I didn't want the money. I just wanted the safety measures.

The judge responded "Well give it to charity!"

I sat down surprised and overwhelmed.  BabyGirl ran into the court room.

And that's when I woke up from the dream. I was tired all day. I hate my dreams.  FYI: I looked up Ensol but can't find anything chemical about it. I don't have a rifle and no idea where I got the name from although it is the name of a real gun.

Have you had any weird dreams? If you have followed me for a length of time, you know I do.

Until next time...



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6 comments:

  1. Wow, that was an intense dream. Your dream was more orderly than most of mine are. I have a theme, but there are all kinds of scene and people changes throughout the dream.

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    1. Yea, i usually have scenes that jump from one to another or I have 2 or 3 dreams in one. Thanks for dropping by and commenting

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  2. That was one bizarre story. I could tell it was a dream early on, but you had me enthralled. I do have some very weird dreams and will sometimes write them down. Your dream equals my weirdest and tops most of them.

    Arlee Bird
    A to Z Challenge Co-host
    Tossing It Out

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    1. Arlee, I am glad you caught on early. One of my friends hadn't and she was slightly upset and kept thinking why didn't she call me. I try to write down my dreams to better understand them but most of the time like this one I can't figure it out. I often why I dream so weird.

      Thanks for dropping by AND commenting

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  3. An interesting dream! I don't remember my dream half the time but when I do, it stays with me all day!

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    1. I sometimes can't remember them but I have a notepad at my bedside to jot down a few keys of the dream. Sometimes I rather not remember!

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