It’s Not Cement Boots, but it Works in a Pinch #3
Joy gave him a sly look, “You thought I was joking, didn’t you?” she laughed, an insane sound in Tristan’s liquid tomb. “I told you I wasn’t fucking around. Eventually this will be another truck stop when it’s completed. Won’t that be ironic? The beginning of new life and the end of yours.”
She kneeled down and stuck a finger in the concrete, as if testing its hardness.
“It’s not cement boots, but it works in a pinch.” She giggled.
Tristan felt the liquid rise again; it was getting into his eyes.
That’s when everything started going black and began to spin. He was blacking out.
Fucking hell! Yes! Please let me pass out!
He didn’t fight it; he just let it happen.
A strange vibration-tapping on his lips woke him up. He couldn’t open his eyes; they were full of concrete. Surprisingly, that didn’t hurt. It felt odd and the pressure was giving him a headache but so was the pressure on his entire body.
How am I still breathing?
He tried to figure out what was in his mouth and decided the closest thing he could come up with was a large straw. Like one you’d get with Boba Tea but even bigger.
“Can you still hear me lover boy?” Joy purred, her face right there by the straw.
He could hear her, but her voice was muffled. It was like he was wearing ear plugs. He moaned louder than he had before. It was the first sound he could actually make since this all started! Maybe he would be able to free himself!
He moaned again, a bit louder and Joy laughed.
“If you think the rest of you is waking up, you’re wrong. Your larynx and eyes will recover first. But then your eyes are useless now. Your entire body, with the exception of this piece of tubing, is completely encased in concrete. It will harden before you ever lift a finger.”
I thought it was called cement. He thought crazily.
“Once I pull this tube out, your mouth will remain open. You will feel the concrete ooze inside and down your throat. You will drown in concrete. You will suffer but not near as much as I did after that night.”
He felt the tube move and tried to will his lips to close to hold it in place, but she pulled it out easily.
“Sweet dreams.” She said as the concrete oozed into his mouth. “I hope all the bedbugs bite.”
Tristan’s mouth filled up quickly and it slowly slid down his throat.
He could feel the gag reflex kicking in but the concrete filled it too quickly.
He couldn’t breathe at all now. He wanted to cough, to spit or vomit it all out but couldn’t.
He knew he was going to die. His last thought was of his family.
Oh my God! I want my mother! I want my father. I want …..
Carlos pulled up to the site in his pickup truck as Joy was finishing her smoothing touches on the concrete pad. He stepped out and admired her work. She wasn’t bad. He had new guys that couldn’t do that as well.
“Joy.” He said as he walked up and gave her a peck on the cheek.
She was covered in concrete specks and dust. She patted her pants and clouds puffed up.
“You aren’t afraid to get your hands dirty. That’s for sure.”
“I’m not afraid of anything anymore.” Joy replied, a determined look on her face.
“Then let’s finish this up.” Carlos said, turning to the concrete mixer and turning it on again.
“One more layer will even it out. Tomorrow the rest of the guys will fill in the other spots. They’ll wonder why this one was already done but they won’t worry about it. Did you take care of your thing?”
She nodded, a big, beautiful smile on her face.
After Carlos turned off the mixer, he and Joy smoothed out the last layer of concrete.
Joy turned to him and spoke. “Let’s go back to my place. We’ll stop at the showers at the truck stop and then we’ll have the whole night to spend together.”
It was almost midnight and Bryce was extremely worried.
He asked the other two guys that he, Caid, and Tristan shared the house with, if they’d seen either Caid or Tristan.
Neither of them had. Bryce hadn’t seen Caid since the day before yesterday and the last time he saw Tristan was getting in the back of the Uber yesterday morning.
Both Caid’s and Tristan’s supervisors had called him, they were each other’s emergency contacts, to ask where they were.
Neither of them had made it to work. They were still missing.
Bryce went into their rooms and looked for anything that might give a clue as to what had happened to them.
Since his next plan was to call the police, he also made sure to remove all illegal drugs and porn that were in both rooms. He quickly opened both laptops and deleted a few choice pages for both.
They all agreed to do this for each other in any kind of emergency.
He pulled the phone out of his pocket and was about to dial 911 when a text suddenly came through. It was from Caid.
Tristan and I are fine. Had something happen related to that night six months ago, if you know what I mean. We’re on the road now. Will get you the address to where we need to meet up soon. Don’t tell anyone.
Bryce’s blood went cold. Six months ago? Unlike Caid and Tristan, he remembered everything about that night.
That woman. That song.
Happy happy joy joy.
The End