Post by charlie on Dec 31, 2012 0:26:10 GMT -6
Warning: Graphic Content Ahead - Violence.
This place was so cold. The walls were of grey concrete and the small window only let light in for about two hours a day. He was back here; and he didn't know why.
His eyes slowly opened; crusted with heavy gunk. He could taste it on the air; that cold distance that the place always put in him.
Was it all a dream? Was that place; his home only in his imagination? He sat up slowly, the familiar creek of the bed underneath him.
He stood; and started to try and do some stretches. He heard the familiar click of black boots on hard marble tile. They were coming for him. He grabbed one of his books.
"Chemistry 402: By Martin Struess."
He brought it up to read, to quietly and hopefully be ignored. The sound of feet grew closer though; closer and closer. His heart started to beat in his chest violently as he heard the pang of the stick against the door frames and the familiar twisted voice of the morning watchmen. Grizzled and old like he had been smoking a hundred cigarettes a day for twenty fears.
"Wake up Reynolds! Get the fuck out of your fucking bed!"
Damnit it. They had seen him. They knew he was up. It was time...he grit his teeth. It was going to hurt; because he wasn't going to take them. He wasn't going to dirty his body with them.
"I'm awake! You didn't have to fucking yell."
"Shut the fuck up kid and take your goddamn meds."
The slat on his door was opened for a man to see him. A doctor with greying hair and ice cold green eyes. He stared at him; silent and unnerving.
He picked up the meds; and tossed them out the window as he had a million times before. Well; technically 1,532 times before, but who was keeping count?
Charlie was.
The door swung open and the two larger orderlies moved in.
The first one threw a fist at him, but he blocked it. Charlie was labeled as 'highly dangerous' in the folders; and there was a reason for it. The snapping of an elbow that was dislocated filled the air, but suddenly Charlie's body seized up as the Tazer bolts slammed into unprotected flesh.
He fell to the ground, twitching violently as the electricity flowed through his body. His world started to flow black; as he saw the Doctor standing over him.
"Take him to the basement; it would seem that Mr. Reynolds still needs to learn a lesson about who is in charge here; and who is not."
The world comes back to focus; and he is once more naked and hanging from a heavy pair of steel cuffs. He grits his teeth; as the sound of the whip tears through the air. His ears picking up on the sound as it tore through the air.
The feeling of the flesh being ripped and torn off; it was nothing new, but there was still the feeling of pain that tore through him as the blood dripped down his flesh.
A pain that one could never get used to cause a cry to rip from this throat; tears stinging his ears but he fought it. He fought to not cry; but he was barely fifteen. His tolerance for pain was high; but not as high as it needed to be.
The sound of the whip filled the air once more, and a cross was formed on his flesh, he felt it tear away and a scream was heard once more.
"You will take your meds boy! You're sick! You need them to get better!"
The sound of the Doctors voice tore through the air. Still; he shook his head no. Refusing to take something he knew he didn't need.
Another crack, another jolt of pain and a new stream of blood, this time flowing down the side of his leg. There wasn't a question between them this time, the blows from the whip. Anther followed right away, crossing over the other perfectly.
"Take them!"
"No!"
It continued; for nearly half an hour the whip fell on his flesh, but one can only withstand the pain for so long. His head was feeling light, his strength of resolve broken. One last lash of the hard leather across his skin, and he broke; the damn flew outward.
"I'll take them! I'll be a good boy! Please stop!"
He could nearly hear the sneer in the mans voice, twisted and dark. A sadist enjoying the pain his young victim was suffering.
"No. You will learn that you do not control this place! We stop when my arm is too tired to continue! This is your fault! Next time take your Meds!"
And so the whip fell again and again; and the pain and fear buried itself into Charlie's mind. Never would he sleep well again; never would his dreams not be restless.
This place was so cold. The walls were of grey concrete and the small window only let light in for about two hours a day. He was back here; and he didn't know why.
His eyes slowly opened; crusted with heavy gunk. He could taste it on the air; that cold distance that the place always put in him.
Was it all a dream? Was that place; his home only in his imagination? He sat up slowly, the familiar creek of the bed underneath him.
He stood; and started to try and do some stretches. He heard the familiar click of black boots on hard marble tile. They were coming for him. He grabbed one of his books.
"Chemistry 402: By Martin Struess."
He brought it up to read, to quietly and hopefully be ignored. The sound of feet grew closer though; closer and closer. His heart started to beat in his chest violently as he heard the pang of the stick against the door frames and the familiar twisted voice of the morning watchmen. Grizzled and old like he had been smoking a hundred cigarettes a day for twenty fears.
"Wake up Reynolds! Get the fuck out of your fucking bed!"
Damnit it. They had seen him. They knew he was up. It was time...he grit his teeth. It was going to hurt; because he wasn't going to take them. He wasn't going to dirty his body with them.
"I'm awake! You didn't have to fucking yell."
"Shut the fuck up kid and take your goddamn meds."
The slat on his door was opened for a man to see him. A doctor with greying hair and ice cold green eyes. He stared at him; silent and unnerving.
He picked up the meds; and tossed them out the window as he had a million times before. Well; technically 1,532 times before, but who was keeping count?
Charlie was.
The door swung open and the two larger orderlies moved in.
The first one threw a fist at him, but he blocked it. Charlie was labeled as 'highly dangerous' in the folders; and there was a reason for it. The snapping of an elbow that was dislocated filled the air, but suddenly Charlie's body seized up as the Tazer bolts slammed into unprotected flesh.
He fell to the ground, twitching violently as the electricity flowed through his body. His world started to flow black; as he saw the Doctor standing over him.
"Take him to the basement; it would seem that Mr. Reynolds still needs to learn a lesson about who is in charge here; and who is not."
The world comes back to focus; and he is once more naked and hanging from a heavy pair of steel cuffs. He grits his teeth; as the sound of the whip tears through the air. His ears picking up on the sound as it tore through the air.
The feeling of the flesh being ripped and torn off; it was nothing new, but there was still the feeling of pain that tore through him as the blood dripped down his flesh.
A pain that one could never get used to cause a cry to rip from this throat; tears stinging his ears but he fought it. He fought to not cry; but he was barely fifteen. His tolerance for pain was high; but not as high as it needed to be.
The sound of the whip filled the air once more, and a cross was formed on his flesh, he felt it tear away and a scream was heard once more.
"You will take your meds boy! You're sick! You need them to get better!"
The sound of the Doctors voice tore through the air. Still; he shook his head no. Refusing to take something he knew he didn't need.
Another crack, another jolt of pain and a new stream of blood, this time flowing down the side of his leg. There wasn't a question between them this time, the blows from the whip. Anther followed right away, crossing over the other perfectly.
"Take them!"
"No!"
It continued; for nearly half an hour the whip fell on his flesh, but one can only withstand the pain for so long. His head was feeling light, his strength of resolve broken. One last lash of the hard leather across his skin, and he broke; the damn flew outward.
"I'll take them! I'll be a good boy! Please stop!"
He could nearly hear the sneer in the mans voice, twisted and dark. A sadist enjoying the pain his young victim was suffering.
"No. You will learn that you do not control this place! We stop when my arm is too tired to continue! This is your fault! Next time take your Meds!"
And so the whip fell again and again; and the pain and fear buried itself into Charlie's mind. Never would he sleep well again; never would his dreams not be restless.