Abominations (American Horror AU 3)

Chapter 17

Meanwhile, Queenie was sitting in the academy's kitchen—Delphine was in front of her kneading dough for what she was preparing for her to eat. There was a glare in her blue eyes, but Queenie paid it no mind. After all, it was wonderful to have a personal slave. Talk about reverse psychology.

"I sure do love chicken pot pie," the obese girl said, sitting in her seat. "For dessert, you can make me a peach cobbler." Delphine's blue eyes glared at her, radiating hate and feelings of a condescending nature as she kneaded the dough.

"You never gonna catch a man that way," the centuries-old woman sneered. "Let alone find one to love you. You were my daughter, I'd padlock that icebox and throw away the key. Peach cobbler ain't gonna keep you warm at night."

"My problem ain't food, you dumb bitch," Queenie snapped, calming down within seconds. "It's love. Dr. Phil says that kids from broken homes use food to replace love. It's comforting."

"You best look for another physician," Delphine replied.

Clang-crash!

The sound of glass breaking startled Queenie, who sprung up from her seat to go to the window above the sink. She lifted back the curtain and looked out to see a strange figure that resembled a man but his head was large with horns. Delphine had stopped kneading the dough for the chicken pot pie and walked over slowly to the window. Her eyes widened, a chill creeping up her spine as she gasped. Queenie was also particularly frightened.

"What the hell is that thing?!" the witch exclaimed. Delphine's voice became a shrill whisper of fear and despondence.

"Bastien," she muttered.

"What?!"

"It's Bastien," Delphine repeated, "My houseboy. He was a beast in life, now evermore so. Enchanted no doubt by the same dark magick which has kept me alive all these years. That witch freed me only to make me a slave"

"Oh my god!" Queenie exclaimed with horror as she grabbed the woman's arm, gripping tightly on her wrinkled, fleshy extremity.

"I know who you are! You deserve worse if half of what they say about you is true!" the obese witch hissed, looking down at her personal slave with haunting black eyes.

"Unhand me, nigress!" Delphine shouted demandingly.

"Did you do that to him?!" Queenie asked emphatically.

"You will unhand me! Now!"

"Did you do that to him?!" Queenie repeated, yelling over her.

"Yes, I did," Delphine confessed, her mind delving deep into her memory. "H-He violated my daughter…"

1834

He was sent to the slave quarters in the attic, where many negroes in Madame LaLaurie's service had been sent for making even the slightest mistake. He was chained to the wall, where a slave had previously had their eyes gouged out and their viscera spill from an incision in their abdomen. Bastien was in big trouble when he heard the voice of the lady of the house as she entered the quarters later that night.

"Bonsoir, my pets. Did y'all miss me?" Delphine had said, a few anguished moans crying out in pain from their torture.

The lady of the house closed the door behind her and stepped in, the negro slaves' eyes looking at her in horror. One of the female slaves, whose mouth was stitched shut, screamed out with her stitched lips to muffle the loudness. Delphine reached down to wrap her across the face, screaming down at her like a demon from hell.