Carolota and Carmen know this is bad, and don’t plan on waiting around to see how bad. Carotlota has a hairpin that made quick work of her shackle, Carmen has managed to pull her shackle completely out of the wall. Breaking rusted bolts and bending metal with sheer will power. Swings it like a weapon against her own hand to test its use to crack a skull open.
The girls smile at each other. It will kill. Carolota searching the room finds an old shelf by the door with old tools. Every thing here is so old, possibly 1700’s or older. Picking up a hammer and something like an icepick but squared off on the side possibly something a blacksmith would pry off horseshoes with.
The imprisoned clown noticing they are free begins to howl for the guard. A couple kicks from each girl with his head bouncing off the stone wall and he is quiet again. Rosa is out cold, before they can attend to her chains, footsteps come from the hallway behind a heavy oak door reenforced by iron bars. Each girl dashes back to her spot on the wall, attempting to make it seem like they are still shackled but would not pass close inspection.
The door opens and the blinded Lion Tamer, Manheim Eidelman comes in with two large Thugs from the crew that loads up the equipment and tents to move on. The Lion Tamer remains by the door, the Thugs go to Rosa and The Clown. Unlocking their shackles, dragging them to the door. The girls scream and kick in protest. The Lion Tamer, with sound alone runs up and gives each of them a ferocious whipping across the face and hands until he is out of breath. If he wasn’t blinded he would have seen neither girl is convincingly shackled.
With that, the Lion Tamer and Thugs walk out the door and turn the lock. Both the girls feel ashamed they didn’t seize the moment to save Rosa but like with any act of violence, there is a moment to build up the wherewithal to strike.
Alone in this dungeon of horrors. They begin to appraise their situation. Seeing the Dead Girls, the small details begin to weigh on them. Flies buzzing, maggots crawling, the rot, the bloat, the stench. They must get out of here. Walking the edges of the room they find its not level.
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There is a ledge near the door, and stairs going down lower to a flooded room that they have no inclination to wade into to search. Listening carefully they hear heavy beams above creaking, not directly above but somewhere far off. Its cold here, they must be far underground in a mine or a sub-basement to have this lack of warmth.
Going into the pockets of the Dead Girls they find coins, a little paper money, and a folding knife. All of it is slimy from decomposing body fluids. They toss the coins into the water and they hear a disheartening sound. A large animal plunging into the water echoing. Now in a race to get out they begin prying at the door. Its massive and unable to be broken down. Looking through the bars its complete darkness beyond. The sound of something big in the water is now overwhelming.
With no other exit Carmen makes a gesture like cutting her wrist looking to Carolota for reassurance, Carolota shakes her head. Taking the lighter they smuggled in one last defiant act she lights the paper money on fire one by one and placing them under the door, in cracks, lighting spider webs on fire. The small fires start to whither so both girls begin kicking the door which acts as a flue giving more air to the struggling flame.
Splinters from the damage they had caused with the knife and other tools created perfect kindling to start the corners and bottom of the door on fire. Its a very little fire and keeps going out on the damp wood and lack of air. As the final blue wisps of flame go out. They are shaking in fear from what ever is coming now sounding only about 100 feet from them.
They pull the clothing off the corpses, shoving it around the bars and underneath the door, into cracks. This has a better result possibly due to putrid body fluid. What ever is coming is so terrifying that Carolota and Carmen have lost all sense of decorum or dignity for the dead. Yanking corpses, tearing arms still chained the wall out of sockets to make a pile of dead girls against the door which has turned the flames from bluish and yellow wimpy flames into a real fire. Just as the edges of the door are completely engulfed they shudder as behind them a massive beast is running full speed and reveals its self… Its the Baby Elephant!
Standing there making friendly sounds with his trunk. The girls laughing, at the same time crying uncontrollably. They hug each other so tightly their ribs pop. They run down the stone steps to hug the Baby Elephant. Startled backs away, stamping his feet in a dominance display, turns in a circle but doesn’t run. His small yellow eyes friendly and they see now he is tangled in a green rope. This is perfect!
They try to rig the rope to him, and the bars on the door but he doesn’t get the idea, doesn’t like it tied around him and thrashes around. Finally getting it secured they try to coax him into pulling. Only when they begin to wade into the darkness he tries to follow them and can’t. The door is too heavy and he begins to cry. Coming back they decide to let the fire burn until it compromises the integrity of the wood enough to kick the old door apart.