by H. Caswell
The night did not end there …
Alfred had just begun his affair with Lauren. His built up energy from all the months that have passed; needed to be banished; from his body, tonight … He needs to feel in control; again. He would rest, in the main room of his loft; periodically, and smoke of his pipe; until he felt a surge of new energy; flowing through him again. Melinda, would join in bits of conversation; conceiving that she would kill Alfred when she was free. Alfred cared not for what was said … He was truly enjoying, the new toy. And he would stop only … when he was, ready. It was well after three a.m. … when Alfred had returned a very limp … but alive Lauren,to her room. He whispered into the sleeping girls’ ear, “Until I see you again …my sweet”closing the door tightly.
Alfred is quite impressed with his first escapade with Lauren. The engaging with Melinda … a significant, breakthrough, with his therapy. Not only was Alfred, able to please himself … but he enjoyed, the protection of Melinda. A discovery into her mind of… secrets. ‘Well played’ … Alfred thinks to himself.
The months passed, here on the Island, as Alfred, continued to prey into, Lauren. She never quite gave him, the whole act.
Chapter Nine
As the months moved forward, so do the first visitors. It is nearing mid-August and the ship; preparing to set sail for inland. Among those aboard, the cured five completed.
Katerina the mourning deeply depressed mother; she now lightly medicated with anti-depressant; has come to terms with the loss of her child, during birth … understanding that punishing herself; would not bring her child back. Alfred worked hard with Katerina. Many therapy sessions, along with deep hypnosis; Alfred had freed, the unmanageable pain and suffering, into manageable. Now with her own therapist orders, and her family doctor, Katerina should enjoy a for-filling life.
Sandra the schizophrenic, her poor childhood memory of her strict religious family; burned in a horrible fire. The girl, tossed about from a family member to; family member. Sandra was too young to understand life or the teachings behind the bible, found herself believing in her delusions of persecution she confessed to Alfred … “The devil himself is going to get me … I saw him burn … my family; as he stood watching and laughing; His demon friends … they follow me. They are always near. I smell the devils breath … as he watches me sleep.” Alfred found light electric currents, to sooth Sandra; along with visual hypnosis to ease the distress. For Sandra, she will need antipsychotic medication, and therapy. He, being a man who has observed Sunday service … knows how confusing the studies can be. Alfred, had not cured her. But … she certainly may live a so-called; normal life.
Anne, Selective Mutism. Alfred and Claire worked diligently with her. He would use painting, as a form of therapy with Anne. As the paintbrush flowed upon the paper; so too, did her fears, and hidden sadness. Her step mother; verbally abusing, endlessly. She would reinforce the …‘you cannot; you will not, and the infamous… Worthless’. Alfred, certainly comprehended with Anne’s dilemma. He found himself, wanting to meet this woman, a satisfying thought; oh the things he could do to this mother. ‘Alfred, found his personal anger for his mother; burning deep, in his emotions. Was it empathy; Alfred felt? Perhaps it is the flash backs, of his own trauma; that plagues his demeanor. Often, Alfred would ask; not to be disturb, after his sessions with Anne. He would lay upon the chase lounge; working out his thoughts, of his past childhood. Sometimes, Alfred, grew angry with Thomas, for leaving him behind. In the end; Alfred understood, Thomas leaving him there, with Mildred; he had only done it for his own good.’
Claire on the other hand, she handled Anne so well. Perhaps, was it, all of the mothering that Claire has done, with Randle; that allowed her to find ease within helping Anne? With the care and therapy, Anne, leaves with no medication. And the news received from her father, of a divorce; will keep her from a relapse.
Joan, claustrophobia. Her treatment based on a new study ‘cognitive behavioral therapy. Most the same sorts of conditioning as Anne. Alfred and Claire, used techniques to sooth her as she transitioned into; situations she found uncomfortable to herself, along with verbal therapy, she now handles tight quarters with ease.
Michael, the night eater and obese man; his treatment, Claire, delt with the eating and weight with diet and extreme exercise. He pushed her buttons often … Even so, Claire battled through with her stern attitude and overpowered Michael. Alfred, did his usual sessions and found the phobia of inadequate food supply. The reasoning, stemming from a home of six children, and a deceased father; leaving his mother, severely in poverty; hence, food was hard to come by. Many nights Michael was sent to bed as like the others; hungry. Of course, Alfred, making Michael aware, he has risen from the poverty and as of now; he a wealthy man; will not find a shortage of food, a problem again. In his few months, in therapy and Claire’s control; Michael came to the island, nearly a three hundred pound man, leaves just over two hundred.
Predominant people, from all around took notice. Many wealthy visitors found satisfaction with the care of family members. Yes, Alfred, has risen higher than even; Thomas himself, in the city. Money poured in easily here. Alfred achieved a reputation; to most; would be proud. Playing the good doctor; while keeping his secret, became extremely, easy for Alfred. Claire, and his chosen few, the only ones to know the truth; behind the island. As mentally ill came through the doors; most cured and sent on their way; others would come. The lines would form as the ship arrived.
Now with the first winter quickly approaching; Alfred, grew tired of the simple cases. Yes, he still has in his personal stash; his well-used Lauren. She has no family to inquire of her progress. She abandoned, and forgotten. Alfred begins to see the fragile girl; starting to grow far too weak, to make it through winter. He has witnessed the three personalities within herself. Lauren the silent one; he finds easy to gratify himself. She just lays there, while he touches and explores her body. He has even tried, to enter her. Unfortunate for him; he finds his fluids coming far too quick, to enter fully.
Agatha; the weak young childlike side. She cries far too often for his, enjoyment. During those episodes, he finds himself gazing out the windows of his loft; smoking his pipe. Fortunately, for himself, she does not often appear.
The one, he … is aggressive with; Melinda. He enjoys the torment of Melinda. She the harsh, and verbally aggressive one; who fuels the anger, within Alfred. She challenges his abilities as a man. Her hollers of his inability to satisfy a woman with his cock. How he jerks himself off; because he does not know how to use it. She is even daring enough, to talk about his; mother. The fuel she uses, given, from Alfred, himself; as he softly confesses, during Lauren’s treatments. The currents of electricity, flood strong and long. As if Alfred believes; he could shut her up, enough to fully enjoy. He found himself physically doing things to her. His anger grew deeper and more powerful. Her mouth; spilling; of blood, still, Melinda would not be … quiet. It was then, that Alfred began choking her. His hand wrapped around her thin neck; listening, to the sounds of her… gasping for air; as he, pleased himself. Something triggered, within his soul. It was in these situations, he finally found the courage to engage, fully … inside her body. Melinda; already weakens from the electroconvulsive therapy; her body wet, with perspiration … Alfred spreads her legs … as she whispers threats to him. “You think you are something … don’t you … you TWISTED little … FUCK! You are NOTHING … more than A God DAMN, PERVERT! How about you let me free … Then, we will see … WHO THE Chief,IS!” Tying them open and wide …he removes his trousers’ and climbs upon the table. She warns him, “I will … KILL … YOU! Alfred laughs … as he slides his hands up over her big beautiful breasts; onto her neck; he begins restricting her breath. As the sounds engage his ears; his manhood, grows harder. Her face turning shades of red and purple, he feels the throbbing of her arteries, upon his palms. The control he has over her life; consumes, his ways. The first time was the most exhilarating, experience; he has en
countered. Through these months; Alfred has often engaged, the full extent of a woman’s body. But his anger; has taken far too much out; of Lauren’s body. He has found, using leather straps to pull her neck back as he engages her from the rear; so gratifying, yet it brings her closer to death. She has passed out a few times; twice stopped breathing. Alfred is fully aware … her time, is nearing. She will not resuscitate….eventually. And he, does not … care.
Orders go ashore with Charlie with the last shipment, in early November. Alfred requests “Charlie … my dear friend.I want a few … who have been; abandoned; to come back with the ship. You … know what I am asking for. See my old friend … he knows the ones I seek.” Charlie is hesitant of Alfred’s wishes, but, he will do as, he is asked. Along with the request; to his long lost acquaintance at the States Hospital, from years ago; a large sum check paid, to the man … himself; in charge, Randolph. Charlie stands before the man … “I had not heard from Alfred; since the times of his father … Thomas. I pondered … whether he had finished his ways. Now I see, with his request … he has not. I do remember the richness of his pockets;‘his greed swells within’in certain matters.” Randolph without hesitation; gathers a few and sends them along with Charlie and Randle. Those transported, determined, unfixable; to the families, were left and forgotten. People simply made some situations for Alfred; easy to come by.
Chapter 10
The ship now docked; for the long, frigged winter, months. The island, captivated in the freezing cold, and snow; her walls, contain the… horror. The newbies take a bit of Alfred and Claire’s time. They must be gentle with them; at first. For they need to last; this long winter. They have become more of Claire’s learning tools. Alfred finds his heart enriched with happiness as he watches Claire. Most of the treatments thus far … have been mild to mid shock treatment, in the dark, damp, basement rooms, is where they go. Alfred uses them to teach Claire the ropes. She is learning well. Alfred can see Claire is enjoying this time together.“You my Dear, are coming along … just fine. You are a quick learner to my ways.” He is impressed with her learning skills. Alfred watches Claire’s pouty face gleam with new life … as she sends shock waves through the helpless victims. Their screams, “Please! NO … Stop …I beg of YOU” … seem like a beautiful, orchestra of fine music, as she tortures’ them. She pays no mind to their endless, pleads for her to stop, “Oh, Alfred I so enjoy‘gazing tenderly, into his blue eyes, behind his black rimmed glasses, as he leans in, to observe her work’ this time we have” as she smiles. Claire’s feeling for Alfred; grow … binding. She admires him, and in her way; has fallen in love with Alfred.
By Decembers end; poor little old Doris, passes away from old age. Her body disposed of just as Georges had been … cremated.
Mid-January, became Laurens’ last night on the island … alive. As she has done so many times; Melinda, awoke the demon,deep within Alfred.“You are a pathetic excuse of a MAN! Just look at YOU … standing there all naked … withyour … little cock dangling. ‘Laughing’ your MOTHER is right! You can’t satisfy anyone! Little ‘laughs’COCKSUCKER!” The leather strap; tightly wound onto her neck; her gasping; for air … greater in intensity. Alfred’s thrusting harder … longer… his orgasmic energy; forcing his grip to collapse … her throat. Her lifeless, body; falls to the cold table. He releases the hold he has upon the strap. Sorrow and somehow satisfaction fill his heart. He leans down and whispers his thoughts into her ear …“My dear,I surely will miss our ... encounters. I never … intended to treat you; I suppose … My thoughts of you; from our first meeting; had been strictly, platonic. Of course, dear Melinda, you, my first … will forever be deep within my heart. ‘Bending down … kissing her bare back‘I thank you for your help … Finally … I …‘as he stands beside her lifeless body’ finding the courage in me; to finally feel a woman; as she is intended to be preceived. The woman I call … Mother … proven to be wrong. “Alfred dresses and summonsfor Claire and Randle. “Please, carry Lauren’s lifeless corpus … below; through the tunnel; into the … crematorium. I will be there … shortly. I simply cannot miss, her …departure.” Claire is impressed, yet stun by the murder … Alfred has committed. She … herself … had no idea, ‘a sly smirk; emerges,across her lips’ he, had it in him. With his secret room, cleaned, and closed once more, Alfred soon; he follows, smoking his pipe. The eerie sounds echo; as the furnace becomes fueled alive again. He watches as the two; toss the limp bodyinto the inferno‘his glasses reflecting Lauren’s body, as the flames consume, her’Claire slams the iron door shut; while the black smoke from the stack, blows thick; out, to the deep ocean. As they begin their return Alfred, stops the two. He has been thinking about the situation below. It is not Alfred’s favorable place to conduct business, but his secret lair is only, for special guests. “There are a few things I want fixed in this place. A hidden wall;to conceal the passage way.”He finds a piece of paper and pulls his pen from his shirt pocket. He draws the picture of what he wants. Claire agrees … She knows between Randle’s strength and Charlie’s smarts; along with hers of course; they can make Alfred, happy. “The other … a small trap door on the second floor… inside that closet adjacent to the shower chamber.” ‘He smirks’
Construction began immediately during the late nights. The wall built first. It created, from left over timber from the summer before. Charlie, carefully sawed the shape of the interior existing walls and ceiling to give an authentic look. His hours of detail did not surprise Alfred. Randle collected stones deep within the right side of the cave. Here is where the discovery of the path happens, “Oh … look Brother‘Claire smiling’ … the swamp. What a fantastic place to … well … you need not worry about that. Alfred will be impressed,‘her voice raised with excitement’I am sure of it.”Wooden planks now dressed the three foot thick wall. It took Charlie some time, to decide how the wall should open and of course, lock. Gazing at the standing wall, Charlie decided to cut a small low section; about four foot high and four foot wide. His knowledge of carving as a lad, he carefully chisel out holes for stones. He places stones in all of the holes except for one space at the very top left- hand corner, the wall is three feet deep, and he has enough room to attach an old cell lock. One part; attached to the timber inside the hall that is concealed; the other part, inside the wall; to be removed. Along the right side of the section, he installs hinges and as well to the standing board. From the back, he fits the door upon its hinges and checks to make sure it works. Randle waits as Charlie crawls back through the opening‘smiling’ “I am good my friend”. Charlie then finds a rock that fits well;yet easy to remove “Ah, perfect, if I do say so myself”while Randle and Claire, smear plaster around the stones,‘whispering’“It seems to end something” he tosses the dirt from the floor, onto the plaster, giving the wall an old authentic look. As Randle cleans up the mess, Claire, brings Alfred down to see the new wall. She stands proud with the others telling Alfred, “With the dim lighting, one cannot see, the tiny hairline fractures that run along those hidden moving parts. Alfred‘granting an emotional smile’“I am… deeply impressed.”
Those, who … are trapped here, held against their will … unable to find saving; became Alfred’s possession and experiments. The poor souls, ‘screams cry out only to the cold concrete walls’ unable to defend themselves, against Alfred, or the brutally, at times, by Claire. Oh, her demeanor on the front, fooled many of course. But, with passing time upon the island, her crazed views settled with Alfred “Oh, Alfred, I just come … so … alive, with each lesson.” HE smiles, as he watches her’ his thoughts, ‘Just like my Father’ She now, his successful student. They, together, worked side by side in the dark basement, as well as the second- floor bath,‘Her laughter, as the bodies jolt within the steam, the chains clashing, against the stall, Alfred eyes, enthused with the sites, while his secret recorder, tapes the sessions’ where shower chamber experiments played out. Hours spent with Alfred, reading from his books and research papers about the elec
troconvulsive therapy.She would speak of their first encounter in the library, “I admired Poe and his mind … Alfred, But, I must say, you … have proved to me …‘grinning’ there is so much more” Claire, herself, became so interested, in Thomas’s theory of, The Unbreakable Chains. The long discussions between the two, the devil himself, may hide “Claire, ‘Alfred confesses’ I will do whatever means possible,to bring this to life. I will NOT … STOP… No matter the cost” Alfred’s needs about these matters; very intense. Both would conceive it to be highly improbable. Then, there is the deep dependency, for Alfred; to make his father proud. So the two, would use the favorable, electroconvulsive therapy, as a way to bring the deep hidden secrets, out of those they possessed, and then try to erase the memories forever. Alfred, refusing to deny his father’s ideas as anything but … genius. Time and time again, one helpless, worn soul, would be dragged down into the depths of the island and strapped to a chair or table. Claire enjoyed the chair, her eyes lit up, with every moment. It contained the equipment to give, far more high powered jolts, then that table. “Don’t you just … love it Alfred? Just look at the subject, flailing‘smiling with a hint, of laughter’like a fish out of water.” Alfred would smile, as her intensity grew. The hopes … that the energy would somehow release, the hidden secrets of the mental illness and bring the person into a new life, free of all memory of any abuse or tragedies. More often than not, Alfred would find himself more disturbed; by the lack of success. “Once again … Claire‘hanging his head, low with frustration’ I have failed.” Her heart sank with his talk.“Please … Alfred, say no such things‘as she creases his back’ … we will get it … someday.”
