Boss stared intently at the cage, the dark horrors within screeching and roaring their various cries. His eyebrows were raised over the edge of his blue sunglasses, and his mouth was slightly open with joy. Shelia shuddered a little
when Boss was this happy, something wicked was on the horizon.
"Look at them," he whispered, mainly to himself, his voice filled with wonder and awe. "They're gorgeous
Sheila looked into the cage, grimacing. The monsters were some of the most disgusting things she had ever seen. Some had multiple heads with pinchers and snake-like tongues, others had no heads, their slobbery mouths gaping holes at the end of their necks. They were all black and each were coated in a blanket of slime. There were about twenty all jammed into the cage, pressed together. Their various tendrils, accidentally or incidentally, kept wrapping themselves around each other, making the entire prison seem one, large sanctum of tentacle porn.
am I allowed to ask what these are?" Sheila questioned, turning to Boss. He didn't look back, but nodded.
what are they?" she asked, pulling her coat closer to her. Why on Earth they had to go to the docks of Chicago, in the middle of the night, in winter, was beyond her.
"Monsters my dear," Boss answered, reaching his hands out at the cage like he wanted to give every single creature inside a big hug. "Monsters from all corners of creation. A few Reshack, a Tribalion or two
I think there's a Malli in there somewhere
Sheila wrinkled her nose as the cold wind blew a whiff of the collective stench into her nostrils. "I see
where did you get them?"
He looked at her, bearing a huge smile which revealed his prefect white teeth. "Would you believe Ebay? Some fool was only selling them for fifty dollars."
She raised her eyebrow. In the three months she had worked at the Factory, she had become accustomed to not getting straight answers. She simply learned to brush it off. It was how she had gone from a mere desk job to Boss' personal secretary, much to the irritation of everyone else. Apparently, Beatrice, the two headed woman who liked to wear poodle skirts, had been trying to get that position for years.
Sheila hated to admit it, but she actually took pride in making the others angry. It made her feel
accomplished. Besides, there was no room for friends in this business, as attachment distracted her. She never associated with any of the other humans, and didn't even make eye contact with the non-humans. In her mind, she was better than they would ever be. After all, she was Boss' secretary. And she did her job well
with the exception of one time. But it was for a good cause, and Boss had no way of knowing.
"So, what do you plan to do with them?" she asked, shivering to herself. She wanted to go back home and relax. After all, her vacation started in two days.
"Use them for inspiration," Boss said, exhaling as he spoke. Fog blew out of his mouth in a small cloud. "Ever since my rather
explosive meeting with Mr. Ronin and his lover
I actually can't remember her last name at the moment
I've been experiencing a bit of writer's block. For the past few nights I've been writing Al Gore's nightmares
do you know how boring that is? Just have a factory explode and the man wakes up in cold sweat with a soiled pair of pajamas." Boss sighed and straightened his bright yellow tie, which contrasted greatly with his dark grey suit. "I'm hoping these creatures give me that buzz again
Obama's nightmare is long over due."
Sheila nodded. "I see
do you plan to simply stare at them?"
"Something like that," Boss said. "I'm hoping that if I examine them, I will get an idea." He kicked his foot slightly, sending a pebble flying into the cage.
"So, may I ask another question?" Sheila asked.
"Why am I here?"
He seemed surprised. "My dear, you are my personal secretary. I need you to document my work. Besides, you should feel honored. I never show my employees anything like this, not even my brother."
Sheila's eyes widened. "Wait, you have a ..."
"But I suppose it is a little suspicious. Calling you from your house, asking you to meet me here, showing this when it could have waited until tomorrow. A little odd, yes?" His voice had become strangely quiet. Sheila felt a lump develop in the pit of her stomach. Something inside her was not liking where this was going.
it is a little odd."
He nodded thoughtful, and took a breath. "My dear, do you recall a file, one of my personal clients, marked with the name 'Alex Martin'?"
Sheila gasped inwardly, careful not to show her shock. No
no, he couldn't have found out. "No sir. All the files sort of morph together after awhile."
"Understandable. I simply ask because, lately, none of his nightmares are being processed. Which, is your job to do. Interesting isn't it?"
yes sir," she said. Her shivers were no longer from the cold.
He continued smiling. "You have been a very bad girl, my dear. You meet this man, learn his name, have a chat and drink, and then go to his apartment for a little
foreplay. And then what? You decide to repay the only man who has willingly slept with you by disobeying a direct order."
Sheila paled. She tried to say something, but the stutter she had as a child, which her parents paid the best speech therapists to remedy, returned. "S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-ir
"I'm afraid you've left a rather ugly stain on your otherwise perfect record. I have no room in my factory for pity." His smile slowly melted away, devolving into a scowl.
he made love to me
no one makes love to me
"Well, that sounds like more of a personal problem. If it's any consolation, I'm letting him live."
Tears began to stream down her face as years of professionalism dissolved. "Please don't kill me
"I'm sorry my dear. I have a reputation to uphold."
"How d-d-did you find out?' she sobbed. "I tried everything to hide it
He didn't answer. He simply raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Instantly, one of the slimy tentacles burst towards them, wrapped around Sheila's waist, and pulled her, screaming, into the cage.
- - -
Boss watched the gruesome spectacle for a few moments, taking mental notes.
"Well these beauties are definitely worth more than what I purchased them for," he said. "I suppose I should consider myself lucky."
He snapped his fingers again, and the cage vanished in a halo of light. "I'll decide what to do with them later
now, I wonder who would want that secretary job
He suddenly looked around, as if understanding that he was alone.
"I need to stop talking to myself."