It still haunts me

Part 12: The plumber

"You are so good a boy, Alex. Now go answer the bell. It must be the
plumber. I called him 15 minutes ago," she said.

I opened the door and it was really a plumber [I can tell by the way he was
dressed]. Madame Adele climbed down the staircase and welcomed the plumber
and instructed him about what he would do. He told her this would take an
hour and would charge her 500 dollars. She said she would give him 5,000
dollars if he made good work of it.

"Poor plumber! He is not going to get a dime. He was a dead man walking
anyway," I thought to myself, reflecting on the plan I have heard Madame
Adele explaining.

She told me one hour is all she needed to mummify the father's unconscious
body with the use of several duck tapes. "Bring those duck tapes, Alex, and
follow me up there," she said, climbing up the staircase. I brought the
duck tapes and entered the room and watched Madame Adele adjusting the
almost-dead old man in a favorable position.

Josh looked pitifully from his facedown lying position at his dad, but only
to get a strong kick in the face from Madame Adele's right foot to
straighten him up. "Who give you permission to lift your head from the
floor. You are to be punished later for this. Face down, bitch," shouted
Madame Adele.

"Come Alex. Give me one of those. I'll start with the feet, but first take
off his shoes. He wouldn't need them anymore. He is not going anywhere,
after all," she said. I handed her one of many duck tapes I held in my
hands and she started wrapping it around dad's feet, keeping them in
position. The first one ended just below his knees. In one hour, all the
duck tapes were wrapped around his body and he was really mummified and
could not move an inch. His head was left free with the purpose of Madame
Adele's plans to use it for her special needs.

"Now, moron. Get up and carry your daddy and follow me down to the hall,"
she addressed Josh. He did as was told and followed Madame Adele's down the
staircase. I was ordered to follow them down the hall. She entered the
bathroom and the plumber was sitting at the edge of the bathtub as he
finished digging. "Listen, I want you to put this mummy into this and then
place the toilet bowl over his head and start fixing it. I want my bathroom
literally back to its previous condition except for this little change,"
she told the plumber. Josh was still carrying his mummified father waiting
for further instructions.

The plumber was perplexed and bewildered. "I think this is a crime. You did
not tell me this from the beginning. I will have to report this to the
police," the plumber said.

"Why are you so concerned. It's just that we're playing for a while, that's
all. And moreover, I would give you 5,000 dollars for just a little job,"
explained Madame Adele.

"In that case, I think we should have a new bargain. I will take 10,000 for
this, but I promise I would restore your previous status of bathroom," the
plumber said.

"No. No. 10,000 is just not worth the job you are going to make. Listen,
I'll give you 25,000 dollars in cash right now if you fulfilled your
promise to me. Do we have a deal or not?" asked Madame Adele.

The man's head was just spinning around at the figure he just heard. "Of
course we have a deal. You'll get exactly what you want, Madame. You are
too generous. Nobody is appreciating the good work of plumbers these days,"
the man said.

Madame Adele was not going to pay him a thing anyway. Perhaps this is why
she was ultra-generous with the plumber.

In less than one hour everything was in place as wished by Madame Adele,
who checked at the work of art and perfection made by the plumber. She was
in the bathroom alone examining everything around. She looked at the
father's face inside the toilet bowl and dropped a big spit down there and
then went out.

"It's just exactly what I had in mind. Thank you for your efforts. You
really deserve what I'm going to give you," Madame Adele told the plumber.
With a sudden movement of her right leg she kicked him in his stomach. The
man, taken off-guard, bent down but straightened up quickly with another
kick in his face, and then a third in his stomach, bringing him to bend
down again. She raised her formidable right leg high and landed her strong
sole on his scruff, sending him facedown. He was so dizzy, I believe, and
in terrible pain from the four kicks he received.

She re-positioned the man's body with her foot to let him face the ceiling.
"Why are you doing this to me?" he asked. Madame Adele ignored his question
with an expression of disdain on her face. She rested her bare black strong
right foot on the man's neck and began to press hard. He struggled for air
and tried to move her leg, but it was useless. She kept pressing and
pressing. The poor man's face has turned red and then blue, and suddenly we
heard a crack and the man's two hands that held her leg fell down on the
floor.

The crack we heard was just the unfortunate man's larynx. Although both me
and Josh knew in advance about his fate, no one of us could have the balls
to warn him or do something about it. The man's fate was sealed already
even before he entered Madame Adele's house.

I and Josh were just awed by the simplicity with which she took the man's
life. I was really scared that I was about to pee in my pants. It's the
first time for me to watch a live murder in front of my eyes.

"He was just a pathetic worm. No one would miss him, I guess," said Madame
Adele, who was still placing her right foot on the plumber's dead neck.

She took away her right foot and began to walk away in the direction of her
throne, telling Josh to get a big blanket from the cupboard. "Come here,
Alex. Give my toes a good massage with your magical tongue. Oh, I need this
badly," she ordered. I knelt before the throne in the blink of an eye. My
respect to, and perhaps scare from, Madame Adele was growing each minute,
but she was good to me and treated me nice.

I started tonguing in between the toes, which I knew she loved. "Suck
deeper boy. Try to take all my five toes at a time into your little mouth.
Come, Josh. Put the blanket beside the body and go dig a deep grave in the
backyard, where you'll find the shovel and all this. Come on, move your
ass," she said.

I opened my mouth at its full width to take her five toes at a time, in
which I succeeded. "Oh. Good toe servant. You are great," she praised me.
She moved her toes to and fro inside my mouth. "I know I have to let you
go, Alex. I was planning to offer you lunch, but this wretch in my toilet
bowl destroyed those plans. You see, I am now saving my precious content
inside me for my new toilet bowl. He has to eat and drink or he'll die,"
she told me, taking out her five toes to let me speak.

"It's OK, Madame. I understand. But it's now 9.30 p.m. and I am afraid my
mother would be worried about me. So I think I'll have to go home," I said.

Placing her left big toe inside my mouth and going to and fro in there,
Madame Adele instructed me to come wake her up at 10.00 a.m. of course by
licking her toes and toenails. She, too, gave me a copy of her villa door
key.

"I need to have my breakfast at 10.00 a.m. So you are to prepare my
breakfast for me. Mmmmm. Let me think. I would take cheese, a lot of hot
mashed potatoes, two big glasses of warm milk, 10 soft-boiled eggs, a lot
of toast, jam, two omelets, five pancakes, muffins and five cans of
Budweiser. You might think this is too much, but I have many mouths to feed
now, including you, Alex," she said.

She was still placing her big toe inside my fitting mouth and she stopped
her to-and-fro activity telling me to play my tongue inside against her
toenail when Josh entered to report finishing the instructions he had from
Madame Adele. "Wrap this body in this blanket neatly and place it beside
the grave, and then return here to take me there," she ordered, still
enjoying my tonguing services. Josh lifted the wrapped body and went out to
the backyard.

"Of course Alex, I need not tell you to hush-hush about what you have
witnessed today. I am so proud of you, so don't let me down, kid," she told
me, taking out her toe to let me speak.

"Don't worry, Madame Adele. My lips are sealed. As a matter of fact, I saw
nothing. You just can trust me as you trust your slippers," I assured her.
Josh entered and knelt before the throne waiting for orders. Madame Adele
stood up and mounted his bent back and snapped her fingers signaling him to
move. "Follow me, Alex. It would be fun for you to attend this burying
event," she instructed me.

"Fun! What a hellish way to have fun," I thought to myself, of course. I
followed her anyway. She signaled Josh to move faster, striking his sides
with both legs, he went faster and passed by the grave to continue until
Madame Adele signaled him to stop.

"You know, Josh. If you had stopped at the grave without my permission, I
would have crushed your neck and sent you in the same grave with this
filthy plumber. It's really good you are just beginning to learn," she
said, giving him a pat on the head.

She ordered him to get her feet on the ground. She dismounted and walked
towards the plumber's body and dropped it inside the grave with her right
foot as she was disposing of garbage in the dustbin. She then instructed
Josh to cover the grave with dust, which he did quickly. "Now take me to
the bathroom to give your father-turned-toilet bowl his meal and then take
me up to my bedroom. I want to get a good night's sleep after this busy
day. Alex, you may go now. I'll be waiting for you tomorrow. Bye, honey,"
she said, mounting her pony Josh and went inside the villa.

I went home quickly. My house was just 10 minutes' away. I entered my place
and found mom there. "Oh, Alex. Where were you, baby? I was just beginning
to get worried about you," my mom addressed me.

"Never worry about me, mom. I was just introduced to some guys who are so
interesting to know. We conduct some interesting scientific experiments
that take most of our day's time. So, if ever I am going to be late in the
future, don't worry. I'll phone you," I said, thinking of a good excuse for
any possible late activities on the part of my demoniacal Mistresses.