Rumour has it… Draft #1

Hi everybody, this is my second entry for the Create50: Twisted Vol.2 competition. I hope you like it.

Warning: this story has adult content!

Rumour has it that I killed.

They put the cuffs around my hands and feet and yank the chain, just to make sure they are tight enough. I am rather small and I think they are afraid that my tiny wrist will escape from the metal. I shuffle out of my cell and onto the prison block landing. One guard in front of me, holding the chain, another guard behind me. They guide me to the exit. My fellow female inmates hoot and yell.

“Good luck!” is the only thing I can discern.

Rumour has it that I killed seven men.

They take me through the exit formalities, papers get signed, my body searched and I am guided outside, where the prison van is waiting to take me to the courtroom. As I shuffle into the daylight I try to shield my eyes. It’s been a long time since I saw the sun.

Rumour has it that I killed seven men with the help of the devil.

After my chain is connect to the floor of the van, the guards sit down on either side of me and the doors are closed. The van drives off. It is a short, but bumpy, ride.

Rumour has it that I killed seven men with the help of the devil, brutally.

When we get to the back of the courtroom they hurriedly get me out of the van. Paparazzi were lying in wait and their cameras are now flashing like strobe lights. One of the guards quickly throws a blanket over me and they drag me inside. I stumble on the doorstep. The guard grabs my arm and pulls me upright again.

Rumour has it that I killed seven men with the help of the devil, brutally, leaving them mutilated.

I am sat down in a little room and my lawyer comes to talk to me. His words go in one ear and out the other. I can’t focus. His words just go on and on. He cleans his glasses while he’s talking. I just watch.

Rumour has it that I killed seven men with the help of the devil, brutally, leaving them mutilated beyond recognition.

After my lawyer is finished with his talking he asks me if I am ready. I nod. He indicates to the guard and we are taken out of the room, into a maze of hallways. The floor is made of green, marbled linoleum, like the one we had at school.

Rumour has it that I killed seven men with the help of the devil, brutally, leaving them mutilated beyond recognition, their guts spilling out.

We enter through large, wooden doors into the courtroom. It is filled with people. As I enter I see the jury on the far side, some family on my left, a lot of unknown people too. After I get seated at the table in the front I look behind me. Even the balcony is filled. Lots of paparazzi of course.

Rumour has it that I killed seven men with the help of the devil, brutally, leaving them mutilated beyond recognition, their guts spilling out, their genitals detached.

The judge enters, everybody rises, sits down again and the trial goes into full swing. I study the jury. They are all sorts of people; old, young, male, female, handsome, ugly, dressed well, dressed like they don’t care about their looks.

Rumour has it that I killed seven men with the help of the devil, brutally, leaving them mutilated beyond recognition, their guts spilling out, their genitals detached and stuck in their mutilated mouths.

The jury hears all the evidence and retreats to their quarters. I am guided to a side-room. My lawyer paces the room, to and fro, again and again. Hours pass. We are finally called back into the courtroom again.

Rumour has it that I killed seven men with the help of the devil, brutally, leaving them mutilated beyond recognition, their guts spilling out, their genitals detached and stuck in their mutilated mouths, after they raped me.

The judge asks the jury their verdict. One jury member stands up and says ‘not guilty.’ The whole courtroom goes up in cheers. The judge calls the room to order and has his final speech. He talks about how brutal and violent the crime was and how unlikely it was that a fragile woman such as myself would have committed such an atrocity. He ends his speech with the words ‘you are free to go.’

Rumour has it that I killed seven men with the help of the devil, brutally, leaving them mutilated beyond recognition, their guts spilling out, their genitals detached and stuck in their mutilated mouths, after they raped me, again and again.

The guards take my cuffs off. My lawyer embraces me and I shake a lot of hands. My mother cries. Both my parents put their arms around me and take me outside. The sun shines on my face. This time I direct my face to it, feel its warmth, and a wicked grin creeps on my face.

The rumours were true.

Copyrighted by Jacky Dahlhaus

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