24 | pain

(n) highly unpleasant physical sensation caused by illness or injury

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Three.

Two.

One.

The gunshots cracked into the air as loud as thunder but without the raw power of a storm. In comparison they were tiny and small, coming from one direction only. Even if they could have been mistaken for the cracks of an oncoming squall there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

It has begun.

I had done everything he said perfectly and now it was my time to go home. Following that order, I was out of the building and walking towards my red car already.

That's when I felt two strong arms grab my shoulders and turn me around. I became alarmed immediately and tried to pull away, but that person was too strong. As his meaty hand clasped over my mouth I opened up and bit him hard, kicking out with my feet and my screams were muffled by his hand and the gunshots. In short seconds, he had pulled me over his shoulder and left the place, towards the buliding.

Inside the building was a massacre, they are cold and pale. So pale. The life that had dwelt within them has gone and they are safe from the perils of this world. No harm can come to them now. Hearts that used to beat with love are still. Minds that felt so many emotions are blank. Their deathly white skin pulled tight against their bones, their eyes open wide, staring bloody murder at me.

I repeatedly drummed my fingers at his back, and he groaned. "I'm not the person you need. I'm Dr. Quinzel." I plead, trying to pull away but couldn't

"That's exactly the person Boss wants." A very deep and rough voice said, having a mexican accent to it.

Boss?

Who would want me?

Could it be Mr. J?

If it is, why would he need me?

Million thoughts circled my mind and worry etched my face.

I looked around and saw men, dressed in all black, having weird masks and head gear to cover their faces.

What? Is this a halloween party?

In a matter of seconds, I was placed on a table, a metal table I assumed, because it was so cold, suddenly another man dressed in a neat suit, grabbed my arms and pulled me down to the table.

I got a clear view of the person and realised it was Mr. Frost.

It was indeed Mr. J who had wanted me. What did I do wrong?

I did everything perfectly, just like he had told me.

I couldn't breath, it felt as if someone was choking me. My heart was racing. I didn't remember being this scared in my life. It seemed as if this was the end of the road for me.

"Let go of me." I said, in a meek voice, knowing I won't be able to escape anymore, Mr. Frost strapped me to the metal table and I cursed under my breath.

But, a tiny part of my heart, jumped in a joy in seeing Mr. J and feeling proud, because he wants to see me. I tried to push that thought away and not think crazily.

Laughter.

I heard a laugh. Not just any laugh, the laugh of evil himself. The laugh that makes you cower in fear and make shivers travel down your spine. The eerie laugh that makes your skin tingle and make you realise that you are in a hell load of shit.

He is here.

My heart started pounding hard in my chest, trying to break out. I could hear my pulse banging in my ears and there was sweat dripping down my forehead and my back. My brain was short-circuiting with anxious thoughts. I'm more awake than I've ever been.

I heard people running and shouting for their lives and a small part of me felt terrible that I was the cause for this. There were innocent people here too.

But, they all saw Mr. J as a monster. They deserve it Harley.

That is true.

A faint smell reached my nose and I wrinkled it in disgust. That smell could only come from recently slaughtered animals. In this case the animals were human and their corpses were still warm, the blood thickening but not yet dried on their waxy skin.

The two guards who were talking in front of me in a slouched position straightened their posture and stood still, not conversing. The asylum had gone deadly silent. The silence pressed in on me and all I could hear was the beating of my own heart.

It was the kind of silence that falls right before you get knifed in the back. It sent a shiver down my spine and I felt my blood chill in my veins.

"What do we have here?"

I heard the very familiar and addictively erotic voice that I had come to love say from my left. I turned my head to see him. He looked like he had just ran a marathon.

He is free.

Immediately as if on reflex, I spoke to defend myself as he walked closer to the table. He lifted his arms and stretched them, saying phew. I tried to ignore his strong muscles flexing under his skin.

"I did everything you said, I helped you."

He stared down at me, pulling the light above me down. And lowered his face down, making it inches away from my face. He had a menacing grin upon his face.

"Ah ... you helped me?" He paused and walked over to the end of the table so that he was behind me.

"By erasing my mind." He pointed at his head and banged his fist on the table of a sudden, startling me and making me bounce. "What few faded memories I had."

I flashed back to the time where he had to go electroshock therapy because of his misbehavior for two days when I had been absent for that days because I had used him.

It was because of me he had to go electroshock therapy.

Memory loss.

Memory loss is the primary side effect associated with ECT treatment. Most people experience what's called retrograde amnesia...

The paragraph I had studied during my years in college came to my mind.

I heard him sigh and his elbow rested on the edge of the bed. He stroked his green hair that fell off to the sides.

"You left me in a black hole of rage and confusion." He paused and stood straight up. "Is that the medicine you practice? Dr. Quinzel?"

Tugging at his purple gloves, he lifted two rods which were lying on the table beside me.

All of a sudden, I felt my fears flow out and courage filled me from my head to toe.

I deserved it.

If he had to go through that, then I'm willing to go through the shock treatment too. And, I only wanted him doing it to me. I want to suffer the pain he had to go through. He wants me to feel his pain and I will gladly do so. I wanted him to know that I want to feel his pain too.

I want it.

"What--Are you going to kill me Mr.J?" I asked, a small smile trying to make its way to my face.

Because, I had a strong feeling that he will not kill me.

"Oh. I'm not going to kill ya." He said, shaking his head vigorously, and holding the two metal rods in his hands.

"I'm just going to hurt you ... Really ... really ... bad." He said, giving me a malicious grin.

"You think so?" I asked. "I think I can take it." I said, desperately wanted to prove to him that I am strong and ready for anything he is going to blow at me.

He pulled a leather belt in his hand and placed it in between my teeth and I immediately knew why it was for.

"I wouldn't want you to break those perfect porcelain capped teeth when the juice ... hits your brain." He said, and my heart hammered against my chest as he aligned the two rods beside my forehead.

With one swift move, the rods touched my forehead.

Zap.

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