Beep Beep Beep

An IED machine strobes an otherwise white room with green.

Green

White

Green

White

Green

and white.

And then Red.

Kelly is here.

Her expression is a like hurricane compressed into a pill.

Is she sad? Pissed? Heartbroken.

"I can't believe what you did to me." She says.

'Kelly I...' you start an attempt to speak, but nothing comes out.

"It was nice and all of you throw yourself under me during the fall."

You keep trying to talk but nothing happens.

"It would be nice to imagine that, before it happened, you were experiencing remorse... carrying me to my bed to tuck me in and hide from what you did - like a stupid, little boy hiding a broken dish or something from his parents."

You try to move...

"But why would I assume anything good about you... after you...." she's interrupted by her own involuntary sob..... "you... _hate fucked _my face!?"

She slaps you - and you're surprised that you feel it.

"Ah, a see you felt that. Good. Partial paralysis then. Yes, you took a pretty good knock to the head. BIG mess for me to clean up there. Maybe Andrew's done it by now, who knows."

Up there? You look around again now that your vision has cleared. All you can move is your eyes, from side to side.

It isn't a hospital room at all! It's basement. A clean and orderly one. There isn't any beeping sound besides the ringing in your ears.

"I'm so glad you still have feeling! Let's see how much of it's left..." She digs her finger nails into the skin on your neck and yanks.

Another mangled shriek escapes your sealed lips.

"Mmm, that's good."

She's lets the sharp points of her fingernails trace their way along your chest to your abdomen. You can't believe how perfectly you can feel it. You even feel what you think is a drip of blood trickling from the wound she just left behind.

She gathers up a roll of skin on your belly and squeezes it between all five of her sharp nails.

In your mind's eye you can see the them slipping under the surface, revealing the pink underlayer, and releasing the blood. Another squeal wriggles out of your throat.

"Oo, I may be in luck," Kelly coos, " let's see if you have feeling all the way down."

Next you feel her nails against the base of your drooping penis. Apparently, you're naked. You realize that it might be a good idea to not let her know that it you can feel it. If she doesn't get a reaction, she might not **** you.

If only you'd thought of that before she first started testing your pain reception.

But at least you can possibly yourself from being tortured from the waist down..

She digs in her nails.

You offer no sounds. No change of expression. You focus on recalling random meditation phrases in an attempt to let the 'pain flow through you.'

"Hm... Guess I might of lost your legs."

You relax for a second.

"But, just to be sure..."

She walks away, to the edge of the room. You hear her rummaging through what sounds like heavy yard work tools.

When she returns she's gripping an oversized sledge hammer.

"Don't move," she says with a malicious wink.

Without wasting a second she swings the hunk of metal over her head brings it down onto your right shin.

A sickening crack ensues. Followed by the greatest pain you've ever felt or could have imagined. You think the hammer may have gone clear through.

A scream involuntarily erupts from within you. But it feels like when you're screaming within a nightmare. Maybe you are in a nightmare. You hope for a second that that's what this is.

But moments later the pain is dull and throbbing. Somehow getting worse. You know your face is a mess of snot and tears.

Through at all you can see Kelly's eyes, never breaking eye contact.