AIW 12 - Walrus and the Carpen

Jessica was a pretty young girl, much like yourself. She learned how to extract every bit of pleasure out of the most seemingly insignificant events.

Concepts.

She sat in a dark room with a table and a single light from an unknown source in the ceiling to light the area around her but she couldn't see much else. An empty glass and a pitcher of what looked like water were on the table as well as an empty chair across from her. She heard the sound of a heavy metal door open, the same door she heard when she was led in here blindfolded.

A mans voice 'How do you feel?'

'Fine sir' she said

He sat in the chair, the light was just out of his face. A long moment of silence made her squirm and want to break the tension.

'May I have some water?'

'Why?'

'I'm thirsty.'

'Really? Or do you just want some because it's here?'

'No, I'm thirsty.'

'So then you'll enjoy it? Will it satisfy and fulfill you, relieve the tension?'

'It's just water'

With that he picked up the pitcher and poured the water all over the floor.

'Just water? Lick it up from the floor.'

'I think I made a mistake in coming here.' She stood up to leave

'NO!'

She stopped, he stood up, walked into the darkness, and she heard the sound of the metal door again. The light went out. She began to cry, which little did she know was only going to make her situation much worse. Over the next few days she began the symptoms started. It began with thirst, which she could not satisfy because by this time the water on the floor had evaporated. Dry mouth, her tongue felt swollen, how long had she been here? She eventually lost the ability to cry, oh just to taste her own salty tears, that would have been nice. Her eyes burned and she quit opening them because the blinking hurt, plus it was pitch black anyway. Even in the cold room she was sweating for awhile, but even that stopped now. Muscle cramps, pain, she wanted to throw up. Dry heaves, how long has it been. Forever? Up until now this was the most horrible experience of her life.

She was awaken but the sound of the metal door, she opened her eyes. The light was on. Footsteps. A dirty bowl was set down next to her head, it was out of focus but she could tell what it was. The sound of water. No energy. Someone put a little water in her mouth, it was cold and wet and seemed to soak into her tongue. It was the best taste and sensation. She used her last bit of strength and sucked in the water from the dirty bowl. This was literally the best drink of water she'd ever had, she would have never believed it.

'Is it really just water?' the voice of the man.

After her recovery she and her host sat in the room again face to shadowy face.

'Do you like pain?'

'No sir.'

'How do you feel?'

'Fine now sir, thank you'

'Does it feel good to feel fine?'

She was nervous at this line of questioning considering how the last one went.

'Yes it does sir.'

'You know there are two ways pain can be used, some people can't differentiate between sensations. So pain, pleasure, hot, cold, sweet, sour, it's all the same, it's intensity they feel. And the more intense, the more pleasurable.'

'Oh, I can tell the difference sir.'

'Then, there are those who don't like pain, love pleasure, and the in between gets ignored. How do you suppose you can take note of the in between?'

'Ummmmmmmmmmm......Sir.......'

The sensations that followed over the next few weeks. Binding, cutting, the smell of alcohol filled the room. Skin peeled back, nerves exposed and scratched with razors, bones touched with needles. Horrible, would she survive, would she be whole if she did? Would the in between ever be ignored again? With a red hot poker.................


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...............Alice had heard enough.............