Another injection followed in my thigh, then another into my arm, and then another, straight into my neck. The blur of motion and activity had made me feel beaten, even senseless, and not even the final injection into my neck was going to get a reaction from me. I wasn’t even surprised when I heard the whisperings beginning again right as my universe changed colour and then faded.
Day Eleven
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I needed a shower. And some food.
I was exhausted and wiped out as I lifted myself off of Invader. Slipping over the edge of the reclining workstation I tried to stand and my feet failed me. I caught myself before hitting the tile and struggled back to sit on the edge of the workstation. It was a good while before the strength to carry me out of the room was summoned.
My robe was where I’d left it and I took it upstairs with me, hanging it up in the bathroom as I started the shower. The steam from the hot water shortly fogged up the mirror and I felt a compulsion to clean the mirror, even though I knew it would be fine after the bathroom aired out. Right, that’s right. I turned on the vent for the shower and relaxed when I saw the condensation on the mirror start to clear itself.
I stepped into the warm stream and immediately soaked my hair, rinsing the sweat and grunge out of it. There was beauty soap and a deodorant soap in the soap holder and I reached for the deodorant bar. I ran it under my arms and was met with stubble, looking down, I saw my legs looking kind of shrubby, too. I washed all over and then shampooed my hair, rinsed, and set in a generous amount of conditioner before reaching for my razor. It felt good to shave the stubble from my arm pits, legs, and bikini, and I remarked to myself that I was feeling feminine again. I shaved the last stubble from my ankle and then rinsed the conditioner from my hair.
Not long after that I made my way to the kitchen and put together a good breakfast and flicked on the news to see what was going on. Something had happened in North Korea a couple of days ago and they were making a big deal about it. Why hadn’t they mentioned it when I’d last seen the news? Setting down my coffee I had a feeling and went to the display by the window and found that three days had elapsed since the last time I could remember anything. For some reason I accepted this fact without any argument and went back to finish my coffee.
“Beautiful. You are a work of art, Christie!”
I heard a familiar voice…a real voice!
“Waldo!”
I got up and ran to him, and I probably bruised his ribs I hugged him so hard!
“It’s so nice to see you, Waldo! I have some coffee ready, would you like some coffee?”
He paused a moment.
“Christie, let’s you put on your robe and then get it for me, okay?”
I forgot that I hadn’t dressed. I nodded my agreement, got on the robe and then went to the kitchen.
Waldo followed me and accpeted the coffee when it was ready.
“Christie, I have a friend outside and he’ll be coming in here in a few minutes. But before he does we need to have a talk, okay?”
“Of course!” I stared at him like a puppy waiting for a ball.
“This isn’t my house, really. I did build it at very great expense, that is true, but it isn’t mine.”
He swallowed, bracing himself for something big.
“It belongs to your Master.”
He stared at me, waiting for a response.
“Uh-huh, that’s okay Waldo. Is there something else?”
He looked rather pleased at me right then and I felt pleased that he was smiling at me.
“Christie, darling, you belong to him too, now. He paid me for you.”
I felt a small hesitation in my mind and then I smiled at Waldo again.
“I hope you got paid well for me!”
Waldo chuckled and then went on.
“All right, we need to go over a few things to make sure this is all okay with you.” He reached over and pulled my robe away from my thigh and touched the symbol tattooed there. “Christie, this is the Sanskrit character for ‘slave’, do you understand?” I nodded yes. “It’s there becuase you are now, and forever, the slave of the man you’ll meet very soon. He paid me very well to find a girl to be his slave and he was in the restaurant the day you came in, he told me that he wanted you. He paid me ten million dollars for you, Christie.”
Wow. Ten million dollars, I thought. That was flattering! Ten million for me to be his slave. I was a slave now. I’d been abducted, tortured, abused, and now enslaved. I was a fucking slave. I was a fuck slave. Yeah, that’s what I was. It pissed me off.
It was that moment when I “split”. I’d later find out that this was a common effect of Waldo’s enslavement techniques. The conscious mind of the slave was intact, rational and thinking, yet the slave was incapable of free will. I was free to think and that was all I was free to do anymore. Forevermore.
I smiled brainlessly at Waldo.
“That’s really great, Waldo.” (Fuckyouyoufuckingbastard!!!!)
“You need to know that I drugged you to induce a hypnotic sleep, you’ve been implanted with a device that controls your pleasure and pain, you’ve been brainwashed, and you’re probably right now cursing my name in your mind while completely unable to effect any change on your behavior. You’ve also received nutritive supplements injected into your lower intestine to fortify you during yourprogramming. You may comment freely if you wish.”
It was like a door was opened and I was able to be me again.
“You’ll never get away with this, you faggot bastard! I’m nobody’s fucking whore and I’ll never be! What the hell did you think…”
His eyes rolled while I unleashed my diatribe and he quietly said, “Shut up, Christie.”
I did shut up. I couldn’t do otherwise. The door of my free will slammed closed.
“It’s a nice day, isn’t it Christie?”
It was more than just one question and I knew it.
“Yes, why yes, it is, Waldo.” (cocksucker!)
He stood there a moment and then turned to face me.
“Christie, go to the kitchen and get out the meat cleaver. Then chop off the little finger on your left hand, okay?”
I smiled at him, “Sure thing, can I get you a warm-up on the coffee while I’m out there?” (Whatthefuck?????)
“No, thanks, that’ll be enough.”
I walked to the kitchen and noticed Waldo was right behind me the whole way. I had to poke around in the drawers to find the meat cleaver and then I got out some paper towels for the inevitable mess and I also got the cutting board out. I didn’t want to damage the granite countertop, after all.
(OhmyGodwhatamIgoingtodo? Jesuspleasemakethisstoprightthefucknow!)
With everything set to go I took the cleaver, put my hand in place, and began to lower the blade into the knuckle.
“Stop!”
(Thank youJesus!)
“Christie, put the cleaver away and go watch TV, anything you want, until your Master arrives. You’re ready to do anything he wants now, aren’t you?”
I wanted to choke on the words as I said them with a pleasing, little-girl tone in my voice, “Yes, Waldo, anything he wants.”
Waldo pulled out his cell phone and dialed while I went out to find a movie on cable. I’ve seen “Terminator” before, but decided to see it again.
Waldo’s phone call ended and he came out and sat on the sofa with me to watch the movie. I was surprised when (thefucker!) took my hand and gently caressed it as we sat there. During the whole movie he never let go of my hand, as if he really cared or regretted what he’d done to me.