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Chapter #7

She however meekly drank it down

    by: milida Author IconMail Icon
Although these women were crazy, Jessica didn't think they would try to poison her, so meekly drank the tainted water.

Mrs Oswald gave a sickly sweet smile and declared "good girl, now just sit and wait for the van"

Jessica found it hard to think then heard a horn blare and Mrs Bartholomew stand and go to the door "Hmm that would be the escort for little Jessie"

Jessica started to try and get up from the table but as she tried to lift herself from the chair all the strength seemed to leave her legs and she almost fell back into the seat. She looked at Mrs Oswald with a puzzled and confused expression on her face. Another woman was standing next to the lady when Jessica looked up. She blinked a few times as she had not even seen the stranger enter the room.

"Jessie, I would like you to meet Mrs Mason," Mrs Oswald firmly said.

"The three of us have signed the papers committing you to St Mary's reform school and hospital. Since you are a minor, you have nothing to say about it. Just in case you have not figured it out, the reason you are having problems both thinking and using your muscles is that I put some medication in the soda you drank to make sure that you don't give Mrs Mason any trouble on the way to St Mary's" Mrs Oswald then provided as explanation for what was happening.

"You can't do this to me, you Bitches," Jessica frantically screamed at all the ladies.

"I'm not really a child, this is illegal I'll kick your ass so bad in court that you will never get over it," she kept on yelling.

"That stuff sure does a job on them," commented Mrs. Mason with an evident smirk.

"I don't know how we ever got along without it. Let's get her in the chair so I can get going." Mrs. Mason had left a wheel chair in the hall just outside the door which she now retrieved and positioned next to Jessica's chair. With Mrs. Mason grabbing Jessica under the arm pits from behind and Mrs Oswald getting her from the front above the knees, the two women picked her up as if she was a doll and deposited her in the wheel chair. A poncho-like garment was put over Jessica's head and draped down her front and behind her back. She tried to follow what they were doing with the long cloth straps that were attached to parts of the poncho and threaded through button hole like slits at other places. The straps were finally pulled tight in back of the wheel chair and secured in some way that was out of her sight. Next each of the women took a small strap and threaded it through a loop on each shoulder and fastening it to the handles of the chair. Jessica was now held upright in the wheel chair by the rig that they had put on her.

"There," Mrs Oswald said, "now you won't fall out." She then bent over and sinisterly whispering in her ear, "Be sure and have a good time and I'll drop in and see how you are doing on Sunday. I doubt that you can stay out of trouble but try anyway." Straightening up she turned to Mrs. Mason and said, "She is all yours now."

Jessica was then unceremoniously wheeled out to the van and secured in position.

The first part of the ride to St Mary's was uneventful. Jessica and the wheel chair had been secured in place in the middle of the van behind the front seats. This was a bit too far away from the driver's seat to encourage conversation. Besides, the medication that Mrs Oswald had slipped into her soda had her in a bit of a stupor even though it was starting to wear off. Her body seemed perfectly content to relax and let the poncho like thing support her. Her arms were resting comfortably in her lap. It was in her mind that Jessica started to come alive. The way that the ladies had handled things, had eliminated the possibility of freeing herself on route.











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