AncilMegan was still shuddering in fear and probably would have used any reason to just storm out the room. She just shook her head.
“I guess we’ll never know then,” the Bookman laughed.
“Okay, nice to meet you Mr. Bookman, we have to go,” Megan said pulling me out of the room.
“You crazy or something?” Megan asked me when we got out of the wooden hut.
“I can’t believe you are only now figuring this out. Let’s just ask him some questions and then get out here. I sure he knows something that we don’t.”
“Well you go and talk to him by yourself. I’m staying outside,” Megan insisted.
“Oh gosh!! I don’t want to go in there alone. Let’s just go back in quick and come out?”
Megan fussed about it but she eventually agreed. We went back into the room but this time there was no one around. The Bookman vanished. The hut had no windows or any other doors so it didn’t seem possible for him to have just vanished like that. The rocking chair wasn’t even there anymore. Where did he go?
“Where the hell did he go?” Megan asked in panic.
I couldn’t answer. I went deeper into the room and there was no evidence that he was there. How was that possible? We left the room for less than a minute then he disappeared. Was he really the devil? I thought to myself. He couldn’t be. I stood in the area where the Bookman was and I began to think of all the ways in which he could have mysteriously disappeared. I then remembered the time when we were at the Red House and we fell through the roof. Maybe the technology also existed here. I told Megan to come near me. We both jumped at the same time but we landed directly in the same area where we jumped. It didn’t work and it didn’t seem to make sense.
“Okay, now I’m freaked out. Where the hell did he go?” Megan asked
“I saw him, you saw him. He was definitely here,” I stated.
Suddenly Megan and I fell through the floor and landed in a dark room. There was a small light bulb that emanated very little light. Barely any light at all. We both landed awkwardly on our backs with a loud thud that anyone in the room could have heard. Our entrance was far from graceful.
The room was large and was lined with beds that were surrounded by plain white curtains. In the middle of the room was the Bookman’s rocking chair.
“At least now we know where he went,” Megan said while getting up.
“I don’t think that that’s a good thing,” I said.
Megan strolled up to one of the beds and pulled the curtain that surrounded it. On the bed a woman lay motionless covered up in a blanket from her neck down. I went to a next bed and pulled the curtains and I saw another woman covered up in a blanket from neck down. I heard groaning and moaning sounds coming out of the women but they weren’t moving. The women were pale and had bags under their eyes which were a mixture of green and blue. They looked sick.
“What the hell is this?” Megan asked in shocked.
“I don’t know,” I replied as I started to remove the blanket that was covering one of the women. Below the blanket she was completely naked and her body was littered with green and blue sores. Megan removed the blanket from the another woman and her body was exactly the same.
“This is not normal. This Bookman is a psychopath,” I said while inspecting the body. “You think it was rape?”
“I think that this was more than just rape.”
Suddenly out of the wall next to us the Bookman came walking through with his eyes wide open with his a big perverted smile showing off all his sharp teeth. I jumped back in shock as he came closer to me with his sharp clawed hands out.
“They always run,” he said. “Like if I looking like a beast or something. I just want to have fun. I just want to…..” His eyes opened wider. “Buuuubbbble!”
His words sounded strangely familiar because he had said it before.
“What did you do to these women?” I asked the Bookman with my gun pointed at him. “Tell me or I would blow your head off.”
He laughed. “My child, I did not do anything to these women. These women were merely victims of circumstance.”
“Victims of circumstance my ass!!” I said bravely.
“You talking real brave for a human,” the Bookman said. “I would not be so cocky if I was you.” The Bookman slowly walked towards me with his huge eyes staring me down. I backed away from him as quickly as I could. The Bookman then said, “they always run, like if I looking like a beast or something. I just want to have fun. I just want to…..” His eyes opened wider, “Buuuubbbble!”
A loud cough from one of the women startled us including the Bookman.
“It starting,” the Bookman said.
“What’s starting?” Megan asked.
The Bookman didn’t answer but he stared down Megan for a while then said, “you look familiar. Like a woman who came in here earlier.” He walked closer to Megan and held her by her face with his huge claws sifting through her hair. Megan seemed paralyzed with fear as he did it. I never saw Megan so afraid.
“The shape of your eyes, the make of your nose it’s all the same,” the Bookman said.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
The Bookman then quickly turned to me and said, “a woman.” He then walked to one of the beds and pulled the curtain aside so hard that the very metal beams holding up the curtains fell to the ground.
“Mommy!!” Megan shouted as she ran to the woman on the bed.
“I thought so,” the Bookman said.
The state of Megan’s mother was no different from the rest of the women. Her body was covered in blue and green bruises and her red-brown skin was thinned out and looked pale. She was moaning and groaning but like the rest, she was motionless.
“What happened to her?” Megan asked with deep concern expressed in her face.
“Master drugged she,” the Bookman said. “But out of all the women I only notice she because master showed a special kind of interest in this one. I don’t know why. He does capture all the beautiful women from Trinidad and bring them in this dungeon. All of them was just toys. But this one. This one was different. We had to force him to drug she.”
