Be Witch

Roberta turned to the ladies in the locker room. "Someone get the manager! Now!"

A couple of women turned and left.

Roberta searched her purse for her phone but could not find it. "Fucking great!" she screamed. She paced back and forth. Her teeth were clenched, and she was breathing so hard through her nose, she was almost snorting.

Several moments later, a thirty something woman in khaki shorts and a light blue polo shirt came in. "I'm Anna Young, the manager."

Roberta, who had her back turned spun on her.

Anna's eyes went wide. "Oh my god."

"That's damn right!" said Roberta. "Someone fucking did this to me while I was in the shower and stole my clothes to boot! What are you going to do about it?"

"Well, do you have any idea who did it?"

"If I did, I would have told you, you twit!" said Roberta. "Now what are you going to do about it?"

"I'm not sure how we can tell who broke into your locker," said Anna. "Was the lock broken?"

Roberta looked at her locker. "No, I don't know how she did this."

"Well, there are no cameras in the locker room for obvious reasons," said Anna. "We can check the cameras at the front desk to see if anyone suspicious came in or left.

"You do that!" said Roberta. "All I have to wear it this stupid witch costume."

Anna almost laughed but managed to stifle it after a short snort.

"Oh, you think this is funny, bitch?!"

"No, ma'am. I'm going to take this very seriously."

"You better! I'm going to sue the pants off of this place if my stuff is not returned."

"I can give you a t-shirt to wear," said Anna, "But that is the only clothing we sell. It'll be on the house of course."

"Just find out who did this?!"

Anna left.

Roberta sat on a bench and put her chin on her fists. She tapped her foot impatiently. She got up and paced. Occasionally, a woman would enter the locker room, and Roberta would glare at the woman, daring her to laugh. After several minutes, Anna came back. "Sorry, ma'am, but there was nothing odd on the video from the time you walked in to the time I came to check on what was going on."

"That's just fucking great!" said Roberta. "When I get home, I'm calling my lawyer."

"Would you like a t-shirt?"

"Fuck no!" said Roberta. "Nothing from this shit hole! At least with this stupid costume, people will think I'm dressing up for something." Roberta went to her locker, put on the witch outfit complete with pointed hat, slammed the door to her locker shut and stormed out. She went to her car and got in.

Before she could lock the doors, the man stopped time. He opened the door to her car and reclined the seat part of the way. He bound her to her seat with ropes and blindfolded her. He then put a funnel into her mouth and opened a 6 ounce bottle of vodka. He made sure her head was strapped to the head rest so it could not move. He closed her door and restarted time.

Roberta was alarmed when she felt the funnel in her mouth. Slowly the man started to pour the vodka down into the funnel. Gradually, the vodka poured down her throat, straight to her gut. She struggled but could not free herself.

The man was patient and waited until the vodka was finished. He took Roberta's keys and untied her and removed the funnel and straps. He put her upright in the car. Back in his van, he restarted time.

Roberta coughed and spit. Finally being able to speak and see she expressed her feelings. "What the...oh god, what's going on?" she muttered. She looked for her car keys. She dumped her purse out on her seat and looked through the belongings but could not find the keys. She reached under her seats and looked around. The **** had already started to kick in, and Roberta's head started to swim.

The man smiled as the next part of his plan kicked in.