Occupational Hazzards
CHAPTER 13
Dana appeared behind me along with Jason. Jana had
called her and Jason was summoned to control me; Dana
knew I'd at best be enraged at Julie's death and at
worst, want to kill her and Phil. Both had to have
known that Julie was the subject of the twin's
assault.
Dana was absolutely right. I grabbed his shirt collar
and screamed into her face.
"What the fuck have you done--Julie's dead! You told
me she was on leave!"
Jason locked me in a bear hug from the rear as Dana
tore herself out of my grasp.
"Sadie," Dana ordered, "Use the tranquilizer."
Seconds later, I blacked out coming to what must have
been the next morning. I was on the couch in Dana's
office. Dana dozed in the wing back chair next to me
with the reading light on and a magazine opened in her
lap. I struggled to focus my eyes and sit up but the
tranquilizer still had a strong hold on me. My
rustling on the leather sofa alerted Dana. She stirred
and the magazine rolled off her legs to the floor.
"Good morning," she began. "I'm sorry we had to shoot
you up but I knew you'd have to be sedated once you
found out Julie had died...I needed to be able to
explain."
I could only raise a hand in a pitiful motion for her
to continue. Dana poured me some water from a carafe
next to her chair and helped my trembling arms raise
the glass to my mouth.
She continued her story.
"Julie came to me the day after Yvette died. She was
miserable and blamed herself totally. I explained
that's why we were putting her at a nearby facility
and would have her working with a mental health
advisor. She clamed down a bit and we sent her to our
facility in Wheeling. Two weeks later she called and
asked to meet with me and Phil so she could advance
the healing process. The meeting went pretty bad. Phil
was still too angry and wouldn't accept Julie's
apology or accept that Yvette's death was an accident.
Julie was desperate to prove to Phil that she wouldn't
have hurt Yvette intentionally so she offered to let
Phil observe her in a session. Phil continued ranting
and raving about Julie being a dirty fag who simply
enjoyed torturing his wife to death. I pulled Julie
aside and recommended she reconsider being subjected
to punishment in an effort to set things right with
Phil. She assured me Phil wasn't the only reason she
would offer herself up. She needed to cleanse herself
of the guilt. We spoke some more of the value of the
suggestion and Julie begged, I mean she really begged
me Travis, to get Phil to agree. Well, eventually he
did. Phil insisted she subject herself to three,
two-hour sessions with the twins in atonement. Julie
readily agreed. She convinced me she could bear up and
brought up her training where she did so well. She
insisted that you not know about it as you'd try to
stop her. That's why she was kept hooded or masked.
The twins didn't know who she was either. The Agony
Chair was her second session. I don't know what went
wrong with the chair's master switch but our
electrician is checking it out now."
My foggy mind tried to process the information and
slowly I was able to grasp that indeed, this is
something Julie would do. However, I still couldn't
believe that that bastard Phil Johnson would have
agreed to Julie's scheme nor that Dana would have
concurred and told her so.
"Travis, I didn't care if Julie ever came back to work
here," Dana began. "But she was adamant that she had
to do this for her own sanity. She'd undergone
counseling for two weeks and was driven to end her
guilt. Let me help you to you're place and will go
over this some more when the tranquilizer wears off."
Dana helped me to my feet and propped me as we walked
to my villa. She put me to bed and promised to be
available when I awoke. I drifted in and out of sleep
with visions of Jana and Sadie torturing Julie before
my eyes. My semi-conscious dreams included a panorama
of the twins with sweat dripping from their hooded
faces and bare chests; their biceps and stomach
muscles glistening and bulging as they torqued ropes
into Julie's flesh and hacked at her most sensitive
body parts with hot tools and needles. Julie's screams
in my dreams were not as loud, or as desperate, as
they had been during the sessions I witnessed. But,
the ones I heard in my head, now knowing they foretold
her death, were more horrible.
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