Again, Meghan was yanked back to consciousness by an icy splash of water on her face. Again, the agony burning through her toes was excruciating; this time she also felt a throbbing in her head where it had struck the floor. Her tormentor was at her feet, pulling of her ballet shoes. Meghan could see that her toes were all broken very badly: they were all purple and swollen, twisted and bent at unnatural angles. She wondered if she would ever be able to walk again. As she thought about her mutilated toes, her captor again began to play “this little piggy” with them. Meghan screamed in fresh agony as, one at a time, each of her toes was squeezed and wiggled roughly. After tweaking Meghan’s pinky toe so painfully that she nearly passed out, her torturer stood up, and looked down at Meghan for a moment before yanking her to her feet. Meghan screamed in pain at the sudden movement.
“Aw, does that hurt?” asked the raspy voice from beneath the ski mask. Meghan only sobbed in response. “Well…how about…THIS?!” With that, the stranger stomped on Meghan’s left foot; Meghan saw stars as she felt the agony shoot through her five badly broken toes. She sobbed as she felt the boot’s heel grinding her injured toes against the cement floor. After a brief pause, the boot was lifted, and Meghan looked down at her mangled toes in horror. She couldn’t believe the extent of the torture she had been subjected to. When would it end?
As if in reponse to her unspoken question, her captor spoke. “Almost done, Meghan.” The masked figure pulled a blindfold over Meghan’s eyes and tied it securely as she continued to speak. “Only one thing left for you now…we’re gonna bring you outside, and drive a car over your bare feet.”
As her attacker chuckled, Meghan started to panic. Her toes had been tortured beyond belief, she couldn’t imagine the pain of feeling all of the bones in her feet crushed under the wheel of a car. She felt herself being pushed from behind, and started to walk. She banged her right foot roughly against something, gasping in pain as she silently cursed the blindfold covering her eyes.
“Those are stairs. Go on up.”
Meghan started to wobble her way up the staircase, trying to keep her weight on her heels. It was a long staircase, and Meghan lost track of how many steps there were; more than a dozen, easily. In pain, and terrified, she suddenly hatched a desperate plan…
Jen had almost pushed Meghan to the very top of the basement stairs, holding the girls arms firmly behind her back. She was already imagining the fun of the final torture she was going to inflict on Meghan’s feet, when, suddenly, Meghan kicked out sharply behind her with her left foot.
Meghan screamed in pain as she made her desperate bid to escape. She kicked backwards with her left foot, gasping with agony as she shifted her weight towards the toes of her right foot to maintain her balance. She felt her foot connect satisfyingly with a leg, and heard a voice cry out, and the thumping noise of a body falling down steps.
When Jen found herself at the bottom of the staircase, she tried to move, but felt a wave of agony through her entire body. She looked at herself, and saw that her limbs were twisted awkwardly, bent in unnatural angles, no doubt broken by the rough fall down the stairs. She heard Meghan limp downstairs, and felt her ski mask being pulled off.
“Jen?” Meghan looked down at her former tormntor in amazement. “Why, you stupid little bitch, I never thought you could do something like this.”
Jen moaned as Meghan stomped her heel down on Jen’s broken right arm.
“Well, nice try. But you lose anyway. And don’t think I’m not going to have my revenge.”
As Meghan spoke, Jen felt her grabbing, yanking and twisting her broken limbs. Jen wasn’t sure how many bones she had broken in the fall, but there had been plenty, and they were excruciatingly painful, especially in Meghan’s hands. She felt stabs of pain through her badly broken right leg as Meghan played with it, taunting her all the while.
“Awwwww, does that hurt?! How about…that?! Maybe this will teach you not to torture someone’s toes!”
Jen screamed again and again, not believing her bad luck. She felt the worst pain yet, as Meghan stomped her heel on her broken thigh, before finally passing out.
Jen awoke in the hospital. She tried to roll out of the bhospital bed, but found herself almost entirely unable to move. Her arms were both in casts, her right arm suspended over her head in traction, her left resting on her chest. Her left leg was in traction, a cast running from the bottom of her toes to her knee, cables connected to a pin inserted through the bottom of her broken femur running through a system of pulleys. Her right leg was in a cast all the way to her hip, only her long toes free to move, and suspended in a sling about a foot above the bed. A neck brace kept her head immobile, and after trying to call out for help, she realised her jaw was wired shut as well.
Her body was still in pain, though not as much as she had felt hen she first fell.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps walking down the corridor outside her hospital room. Slow footsteps. A moment later, she saw Meghan walk through the door, leaning on crutches, casts on both of her feet, and a large grin on her face.
“Hello, Jen.”
Jen tried to reply but couldn’t speak through her wired jaw. She moaned nervously as Meghan approached.
“You’re in luck, Jen. I decided not to tell the police that you were the one who assaulted my feet. I said I hadn’t seen anyone’s face, and couldn’t remember where I had escaped from. Traumatic memories, you know.” She grinned again, a positively evil look in her eyes. “Although, if I wanted to, I could have a “sudden rush of memory” and remember that it was actually you. And you could go to jail for a long, long time. But that won’t happen…if you never tell anyone about this…”
As she spoke she pulled a pair of pliers out of her purse. Jen’s eyes grew wide, and she tried to mumble muffled protests from behind her broken jaw as Meghan began to squeeze and twist her toes, one at a time, until each one cracked audibly.
“I know it hurts,” Meghan said in reply to Jen’s muffled screams of pain, “but this is what you deserve…”
Jen felt her broken toes being toyed with and tickled and twisted, screaming through her wired jaws the whole time. For an hour Meghan tormented Jen’s toes without mercy, Jen trying to escape somehow, but totally unable to due to the plaster and traction needed to hold her broken body together. Jen felt clothespins clamped onto her injured toes, writhing in agony, and watched in horror as Meghan pulled a hammer out of her purse, and playfully began knocking roughly on Jen’s casts. Jen screamed and twitched in agony with every blow of the hammer, finally experiencing the worst pain of her life as Meghan struck a solid blow to her shattered thigh.
“Oh, I bet that hurts!” Meghan growled, before giving a sharp tug to the traction rope, causing the broken leg to be yanked roughly, and magnifying the agony Jen was feeling.
Finally, Meghan stopped, put away the hammer and clothespins, and Jen breathed a sigh of relief, even though her limbs, and especially her toes, still felt like they were on fire.
“Sleep well, Jen.” Meghan whispered in her ear. “I’ll be back tomorrow…and the day after…and the day after that…” Jen trembled in terror as Meghan shuffled out of the room on her crutches and casted feet, chuckling to herself.
THE END