It still haunts me

Part 10: The letter

We heard the door bell ringing and I was ordered by Madame Adele to answer
it. I ran quickly and opened the door and it was the postman with a letter
to Madame Adele. I ran up again and handed the letter to her and returned
to my previous position at her ass hole as I was not instructed otherwise.

"Well.. Well! It is a letter from an anonymous sender threatening to kill
me in revenge for the man I had killed in competition. Come here Josh, do
you know this handwriting, and you better not lie about it or else I'll
break your damn neck just like I did to your brother," she said.

Josh read the letter and his facial expressions showed familiarity with the
handwriting. "I- it is f- from my f- father," he stuttered. "Are you sure
Josh?" She asked. He replied he was so damn sure.

"Well! You are to do something for me, Josh. You would help me trap your
father here, or else I'll put an end to your wretched life. If you play
games, you die. If anything wrong happens, even if you were not responsible
for it, you die. If eventually the plan did not result in your father's
arrival here, you die. Is this clear, big muscled worm?" she shouted.

"Yes, Madame, I'll do my best."

"You better do your best because it's your life that is at stake now, not
mine of course. I am not planning to die now, anyway," said Madame Adele,
sporting a wicked grin.

Brrrrr! That was the sound of a big smelly fart she gave my nose before
revealing her plan to Josh.

"Listen Josh. You speak to your father over the phone here. You tell him
that you have killed me and sliced my body to pieces by a chopper. I don't
mind for this emergency situation that you call me names like whore! Bitch!
Say whatever you like about me, though you are not to get away with it
unpunished afterwards. You tell him that you have received the anonymous
letter he had sent and convince him of coming here to witness the carnage
you have made. Are you following, butthead?"

"Yes, Madame. Completely understood," the tamed big man replied firmly as
if he were a soldier reporting to the supreme commander.

"Start now and bring yourself together while talking to your filthy dad. I
need complete success here or your life will be the price of any failure,"
Madame Adele warned.

Josh successfully made his phone call to his dad, who was stupid enough to
believe his miserable son. His father said he is coming right away.

"Good boy, Josh. You were fighting for your life, eh? Just an idea about
what I have in mind for your father. I am not going to waste him of course.
He is going to be mummified by a dozen duck tapes all over his body except
the head. I will now call a plumber to make a new toilet installation in
the bathroom. The plumber is to dig the tiles in the size of your mummified
dad and then install the toilet bowl over his head. Your father is going to
be my toilet bowl until his final seconds on this planet. Afterwards I will
kill the plumber to bury that secret with him in my backyard," Madame Adele
explained the merciless scheme to Josh, who was attentive to every syllable
uttered by her. He was still tonguing the spaces between her toes while
listening.

"When is your dad going to arrive?" she asked. "At 8.00 p.m., Madame," he
replied.

"Well. It's now 7.30. We have 30 minutes. You will welcome your father in
and lead him to this room. I am going to be in the garden hut and follow
you both up there two minutes later. When I enter the room you stay away
and lie facedown on the floor until I finish giving your dad some beating
till he is unconscious. Is it understood, moron?" she said. "Yes, Madame.
It's all clear," he replied.

"You Alex, enter the room next to this and stay there until I call you. Sit
still and make no noise at all, OK?" she instructed me. "Yes, Madame. It's
OK," I answered.