Bed Check
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 64
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Steve didn’t want to say it but Debbie looked terrible. The stress of being in this place clearly had taken its toll.
“You look like you’re doing well.” Lying was starting to come more natural to Steve.
“No I don’t. I look like shit. Is everything ready?” Debbie asked.
“Yes. It’s been arranged. Just head back to your cell afterwards and wait. And Deb? Honey? Please be careful.
“I’ll try my best. I love you Steve. Thank you.”
Debbie was about to leave when Steve stopped her.
“You know I could help you more if you told me what was going on in here.”
“I wish I could but things are too risky right now. All I can say is that when you’re in Hell sometimes you have to follow the Devil to find your way out.”
Debbie hung up the phone and calmly walked away from the table and waited to be let back through the door. Steve watched his wife and felt pity more than anything. She had had her will beaten down being in this place. He had hoped his visit would spark some joy in her but she was seemingly still haunted by whatever was on the other side of the door that had made her desperate enough to have him smuggle in the shrink ray.
Debbie disappeared through the door and Steve heard the door behind him open as the same guard approached him from behind.
“Good visit?” Granger asked.
Back in her cell Debbie was hounded by Erica on whether Steve had delivered on his promise. All Debbie could do to reassure the killer was repeat what Steve had told her.
“Well hopefully he still loves you enough to do you this one little favor.” Erica told her cellmate.
Debbie shot the woman a scowl but didn’t chastise her. She had seen what Erica was capable of in here and somehow now that the plan had been put into place she didn’t exactly trust the woman.
It was funny. For a much fear as Erica instilled in here as well as Debbie herself, bound in her chains she still needed Debbie’s help to take off her pants and underwear to take a crap in their cell. While Erica did her business Debbie tried to distract herself and stared at the wall. Starring at the grey cell wall her mind started to drift to some awful places.
Debbie began to think of all the victims of Erica’s rampage. Specifically the ones still in Erica’s system when she shrunk back down. How many bodies had been never recovered? Or worse. How many families were told their locations were being used as a bargaining chip by Erica’s defense to avoid the gas chamber. When in reality all that remained of their loved ones had been carelessly flushed away in some holding cell bathroom. Debbie shuttered. And now she was in league with this woman for better or worse.
“Bed check!”
Debbie’s morbid thoughts were interrupted by Granger’s rapping on their cell door. For once Debbie was happy with the guard’s intrusion.
Granger walked in and couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of Erica still sitting on her porcelain throne.
“Looking good Boogeyman.” Granger laughed.
“Thanks Granger your timing couldn’t have been better. Come a little closer. I got a present for you.” Erica said not embarrassed in the slightest.
“I’m fine thanks. Don’t get up on my accord. Seriously that’s an order. Just going to do a quick sweep of the room and then I let you two get on with your sleepover.” Granger said before started walking around.
“I talked to your husband Jordan. Seems like quite a catch. Handsome and brilliant. How did your sorry ass land such a man?” Granger asked while checking under Erica’s bed.
“Just lucky I guess.” Debbie answered even though she really didn’t want to.
“Yeah that must be it. I’ll tell you I’ve never understood how any of these couples stay together through incarceration. Personally I would’ve dropped you like dead weight. But hey like you said. Maybe you’re just lucky.”
Granger’s words stung Debbie. The red headed guard was seemingly going at her for no reason. Guess after the incident in the mess hall all the guards viewed her with the same disdain as Erica. They were one and the same in their eyes. That thought made Debbie sick.
“Welp looks good. No monsters…under the bed at least. Sleep tight ladies.” Granger said before she hightailed it out of there and the two were left alone again.
“I really hate her.” Erica said.
“Yeah me too.” Debbie replied.
“I think she might jealous of your husband. Even I thought it was weird how she went on and on. Bitch shut the hell up. If either of us were lucky we wouldn’t be stuck in here.”
“Yeah…yeah.” Debbie said as she rose from her cot and went to Erica’s side of the room. She got down on all fours and reached under the mattress.
“What the hell are you doing?” Erica asked confused.
“Where does the Boogeyman hide?” Debbie said as she pulled out a baggie filled with hardware that both women immediately recognized. “Under the bed.”
Back at Beth’s Steve was sitting in bed just staring at a ceiling that was quickly becoming familiar.
“What’s wrong Steve?” Beth said scratching at his chest.
“I was just thinking about what I did today. What events I may have set into motion. How many new victims I may have just made.”
“Why would you say that. You did what you had to do to keep Debbie safe.”
“What I’ve done is give a loaded gun to a maniac.”
“Steve how could you talk about your wife like that! Debbie’s not perfect but she’s not crazy.” Beth shouted and slapped Steve.
“That’s the thing Beth. I know that. But I don’t think Debbie is the one I should be worried about. Someone else is pulling the strings in that jail. It took some time and a little bit more cash but that female guard let it slip.”
“Steve, no. Please tell me you don’t mean…”
“You look like you’re doing well.” Lying was starting to come more natural to Steve.
“No I don’t. I look like shit. Is everything ready?” Debbie asked.
“Yes. It’s been arranged. Just head back to your cell afterwards and wait. And Deb? Honey? Please be careful.
“I’ll try my best. I love you Steve. Thank you.”
Debbie was about to leave when Steve stopped her.
“You know I could help you more if you told me what was going on in here.”
“I wish I could but things are too risky right now. All I can say is that when you’re in Hell sometimes you have to follow the Devil to find your way out.”
Debbie hung up the phone and calmly walked away from the table and waited to be let back through the door. Steve watched his wife and felt pity more than anything. She had had her will beaten down being in this place. He had hoped his visit would spark some joy in her but she was seemingly still haunted by whatever was on the other side of the door that had made her desperate enough to have him smuggle in the shrink ray.
Debbie disappeared through the door and Steve heard the door behind him open as the same guard approached him from behind.
“Good visit?” Granger asked.
Back in her cell Debbie was hounded by Erica on whether Steve had delivered on his promise. All Debbie could do to reassure the killer was repeat what Steve had told her.
“Well hopefully he still loves you enough to do you this one little favor.” Erica told her cellmate.
Debbie shot the woman a scowl but didn’t chastise her. She had seen what Erica was capable of in here and somehow now that the plan had been put into place she didn’t exactly trust the woman.
It was funny. For a much fear as Erica instilled in here as well as Debbie herself, bound in her chains she still needed Debbie’s help to take off her pants and underwear to take a crap in their cell. While Erica did her business Debbie tried to distract herself and stared at the wall. Starring at the grey cell wall her mind started to drift to some awful places.
Debbie began to think of all the victims of Erica’s rampage. Specifically the ones still in Erica’s system when she shrunk back down. How many bodies had been never recovered? Or worse. How many families were told their locations were being used as a bargaining chip by Erica’s defense to avoid the gas chamber. When in reality all that remained of their loved ones had been carelessly flushed away in some holding cell bathroom. Debbie shuttered. And now she was in league with this woman for better or worse.
“Bed check!”
Debbie’s morbid thoughts were interrupted by Granger’s rapping on their cell door. For once Debbie was happy with the guard’s intrusion.
Granger walked in and couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of Erica still sitting on her porcelain throne.
“Looking good Boogeyman.” Granger laughed.
“Thanks Granger your timing couldn’t have been better. Come a little closer. I got a present for you.” Erica said not embarrassed in the slightest.
“I’m fine thanks. Don’t get up on my accord. Seriously that’s an order. Just going to do a quick sweep of the room and then I let you two get on with your sleepover.” Granger said before started walking around.
“I talked to your husband Jordan. Seems like quite a catch. Handsome and brilliant. How did your sorry ass land such a man?” Granger asked while checking under Erica’s bed.
“Just lucky I guess.” Debbie answered even though she really didn’t want to.
“Yeah that must be it. I’ll tell you I’ve never understood how any of these couples stay together through incarceration. Personally I would’ve dropped you like dead weight. But hey like you said. Maybe you’re just lucky.”
Granger’s words stung Debbie. The red headed guard was seemingly going at her for no reason. Guess after the incident in the mess hall all the guards viewed her with the same disdain as Erica. They were one and the same in their eyes. That thought made Debbie sick.
“Welp looks good. No monsters…under the bed at least. Sleep tight ladies.” Granger said before she hightailed it out of there and the two were left alone again.
“I really hate her.” Erica said.
“Yeah me too.” Debbie replied.
“I think she might jealous of your husband. Even I thought it was weird how she went on and on. Bitch shut the hell up. If either of us were lucky we wouldn’t be stuck in here.”
“Yeah…yeah.” Debbie said as she rose from her cot and went to Erica’s side of the room. She got down on all fours and reached under the mattress.
“What the hell are you doing?” Erica asked confused.
“Where does the Boogeyman hide?” Debbie said as she pulled out a baggie filled with hardware that both women immediately recognized. “Under the bed.”
Back at Beth’s Steve was sitting in bed just staring at a ceiling that was quickly becoming familiar.
“What’s wrong Steve?” Beth said scratching at his chest.
“I was just thinking about what I did today. What events I may have set into motion. How many new victims I may have just made.”
“Why would you say that. You did what you had to do to keep Debbie safe.”
“What I’ve done is give a loaded gun to a maniac.”
“Steve how could you talk about your wife like that! Debbie’s not perfect but she’s not crazy.” Beth shouted and slapped Steve.
“That’s the thing Beth. I know that. But I don’t think Debbie is the one I should be worried about. Someone else is pulling the strings in that jail. It took some time and a little bit more cash but that female guard let it slip.”
“Steve, no. Please tell me you don’t mean…”
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