It still haunts me

Part 14: The phone call

The phone beside her rang and she answered. "Oh. Hi, Olga. How are you
doing?...no…doing nothing important to tell you the truth….what???? Are you
serious???? This just can't be…You know the address, right?...they killed
him, are you sure?? OK. I'll talk to you later, Olga. Bye."

She hung up the phone. She seemed a bit nervous. We have not stopped
massaging her round fleshy calves, though. "Some gang has killed my
sister's husband in retaliation for your worthless brother I finished off
in wrestling. You seem to be causing me a lot of problems. I'll beat the
living daylights out of you, scumbag," she addressed Josh, ordering me to
stop massaging her calf and step aside in the room.

She rose to her feet. Josh was still on the bed. With a sudden kick in the
face from her left leg, he was screaming in terrible pain and was forced to
lie on his back on the ground. She kept trampling his face under her right
foot and when she got tired, she used her left and so on. I thought Josh's
skull was going to explode under the pressure when she climbed his face
with both feet and marched in her place there for 10 minutes, leaning her
right hand on the wall for balance.

She got off his mashed face and sat on a chair and then ordered him to
crawl and rise on his knees in front of her. He did as told and she started
slapping his face with her right foot like a machine. During the process,
she, from time to time, swung her pointed toes and aimed at his cheeks as
if she was using a knife to wound his face. Josh's identity of face became
known to me no more. I hardly knew now the Josh I used to know. His face
was all bleeding.

"Tell me about this gang or I'll send you to your brother," she asked and
stopped hitting him to give him a chance to speak.

"I-it m- m- must be my cousin. He was so involved with some gang and used
to be so close to my deceased brother. But I swear I have nothing to do
with this. I even dislike the man," Josh answered immediately. He was
panting from the severe punishment.

"What's his name and where can I find this fuckhead?" she answered.

"He is known as Robert the Shredder. He lives in a big four-storey mansion
in the north. He has a lot of strong men there. I can lead you to him if
you like. Please, Madame, have mercy on me. I am your faithful servant and
I will spend my whole lifetime like this," poor Josh said from his kneeling
position in front of the black beast sitting there.

"OK. Of course he has many men there. I am going to revenge and take my
wrath on all of them. I will take all of their lives. Prepare to travel
with me now in my Dodge. We're going up north for vendetta. I am going to
occupy this mansion and kill all people there. The death of the husband of
my dear sister will cost so much," said Madame Adele. She seemed so angry.

"Alex. I need you with me on this trip. My toes and feet need a lot of
shaping up and massaging all over to prepare them for the kill. Phone your
mom from here and tell her you are spending the night with some friends and
would return tomorrow night," she commanded. I would not refuse come hell
or high water. I was so scared, but I phoned mom and told her I am going to
be late and she said it was OK.

Madame Adele put on a black T-shirt, a tight stretch violet shorts with no
underwear and a pair of white flip-flops. "Madame, do you think you should
go there all by yourself? Of course it is up to you, but I just have my
concerns about you," I told Madame Adele.

"Oh, Alex. Don't worry, kid. I'll kill 'em all, I promise you," she said.
Josh was wearing a yellow T-shirt and white shorts and a pair of sneakers.
She signaled Josh to come carry her to her Dodge. "Follow me Alex. Oh,
Alex, do you know how to drive? You see, you and Josh would exchange
driving on the highway while either of you will stay at my legs while I am
sitting at the passenger's seat for massage. I need my muscles in shape to
crush the brains of those bastards," she said, mounting Josh's back,
resting her soles on his open palms and ordering him to move on. I followed
of course.

Madame dismounted, sat at the passenger's seat of her roomy Dodge truck and
order me to stay down at her feet and Josh to drive.