Someone slaps her across the face, and another person takes out his dick and shoves it in her mouth. I bang my hand on the wall. I rush to the door to try to open it.
“Irvin Victor Ashford. Do you want to save your wife? The wife that never loved you.” A distorted voice booms through the speakers. “She never loved you. She only tolerates you because you tricked her into marriage.”
“I had to trick her. She does love me. You promised me safety for my wife, and you took it back. She didn’t have anything to do with the fact that I tricked her into marriage.”
The door opens, and a guard steps inside. I rush up to him, grabbing him by the neck, banging him against the wall until another guard shows up. I punch him in the gut, take his gun, and shoot him in the forehead. Brain matter decorates the white walls.
I smile. That was fun.
An electric current burns through my body, and I drop the gun as my brain feels like scrambled eggs.
“Where is my wife? Take me to her!”
A guard steps inside and sticks something in my arm. Everything goes black around me.
I wake up again, my gaze unfocused. I fall to the ground, and the room spins. Bile threatens to come up.
Once I’m standing, I lean against the wall. Images flood my mind.
Lilac filing for divorce. Lilac married to someone else. I fall to the ground. That is not true. She pursued me. She came after me to fuck. Why is there a memory of her slapping me across the face? Why did a rape scene pop up in my head? Someone raping her. Her screams screech in my ears, and I cover this, balling up on the floor.
“Make this shit stop!!!”
I look to the screen and watch as she gets tortured with a bat, and a guy slides inside of her, fucking her, as another man sticks his dick inside of her mouth.
Her voice booms through the speaker. “Help me. Please help me!”
I shake my head.
“Do you think she’s worth saving after what she did to you?”
“What did she do?”
“She told us that you raped and abused her.”
I don’t believe it. I remember the night we hung out at the cliff and were smoking weed, but she’s slapping me, telling me she doesn’t want me. What the fuck? I bang my head against the wall. This is not real—they drugged me. They made me believe she doesn’t want me. My heart beats against my chest, and I begin to sweat.
A drawer opens from the white wall, and a handgun is on display.
“Tell me where my wife is.”
“You have two choices.”
“End your wife’s suffering or kill yourself.”
“What?”
“It’s simple. She doesn’t deserve you. She doesn’t love you,” the voice says slowly.
I look at the gun and aim it at my head. Should I end it all? Or kill my wife? My mind is warped, and I don’t know what to believe. I don’t know who to believe. I place the gun down. It doesn’t matter if she didn’t love me. It doesn’t matter that she rejected me. I will forever choose her over myself. She deserves so much more than I can give her.
“What will it be, Irvin? You have thirty seconds.”
I place the gun to my head and pull the trigger.
Several seconds later, I open my eyes, and someone comes inside, clapping. I look up and see Snow. I march up to him, grab him by the neck, and squeeze as hard as I can. He claws at my throat. I place the gun to his head.
“You said she would be safe.”
