The metal clicks again. He pulls once more, tearing another nail from my flesh.
Cold sweat coats my forehead. Heat floods my body as pain pulses through my hand. My face drains of color, and the room feels like it’s closing in.
“Oh, I am hard now, Emily,” he says, moving closer to my head.
No sound comes out this time. There is nothing left in my voice to scream.
Cold metal presses against my temples. Electricity screams through my skull, blinding me.
“Oh, I won’t hurt you,baby girl,“ he whispers.
His head hovers above mine. I see the ends of the cables in his hands. Then he presses the metal back against my temples.
My body jerks violently. Muscles lock as the current surges through me.
I can’t breathe. I can’t scream. Everything inside me rattles.
“I’ll just shake your body until you cry.”
He lowers the intensity but keeps the metal against the bars. My body still trembles as he walks away, each step dragging the vibration with him.
It doesn’t stop. It crawls through my bones.
The lower part of the table splits open. My legs are forced apart as I stand helpless, chained.
He presses himself against me. My body reacts against my will, shaking and pulling him closer as the current hums through me. I feel trapped inside sensations I don’t control, my muscles clenching and releasing as if they no longer belong to me.
He moans, standing still, letting my body work around him while the electricity does its damage. My breath comes in broken gasps. My mind slips somewhere far away.
If this is hell, I am already in it.
If he is the devil, he wears my sins like a crown.
“Hush, little baby, don’t say a word,” he sings softly.
“Dead girl is listening from the ground.”
He giggles.
“Close your eyes, don’t ask why,” he continues.
“Good girls stay quiet. Bad girls cry.”
The cables pull away. My body finally stills, but the vibration still stays, running through my nerves like an aftershock.
“Hush now, darling. Count to ten,” he sings.
“If you’re still when it ends, we can start again.”
My eyes close, but I still feel him inside me. His weight pins me down as he moves. His hands grip my hips, forcing me to take every thrust, deeper inside, while his breath breaks into low sounds above me.
This time, he doesn’t pretend. He doesn’t touch me gently or whisper lies meant to calm me. He only uses me, moving until it’s over, until he pulls away and leaves without a single word.
Tears slid down my temples, soaking into my hair. My body still remembers him. The aftershocks ripple through me, refusing to fade.
I close my eyes again.
This time, with the hope of not waking up.
