Hell and High Water Chapter Two Pulling the Plug
Restored from the Empower Network archive (2011–2017), lightly edited to meet our current advertising standards. Views are the original author’s.
Hell. Damn, I didn’t even see him move. He drugged me again because now I was in my room with the alarm ringing in my ears. My head did not appreciate their methods, and my survival didn’t appreciate their madness. I took some of my stress out on the alarm clock. Life or death situations put me in a break things kind of a mood.
On my to do list: loosen red cord to sound, make it look like an accident, insert small device to big black box without being seen or filmed, don’t get caught, don’t get tortured, don’t fail, and don’t die… Probably time to try the coffee, Shaley told me about as she did my make up yesterday. The hot black liquid would be on my morning tray. Yesterday I had mistaken it for hot oil supposing it was another survival test.
Something in the smell of it reminded me of being in school when we were locked in the room with the poisoned water, I held Katy as she screamed in pain I held her even when her eyes rolled back in her head in convulsions… after she died they came in and changed the water, even after two days of being dehydrated we still did not try it all at once. I went first this time. Katy had been my best friend, without her there wasn’t much left to live for, but it didn’t matter the water was clean.
I showered, the hot water a luxury I’d never before known. Being clean was new to me Tanya had to teach me the art of showering when I first arrived only three days ago, yet it felt like a life time had passed by… a full stomach has the power to change everything. I dragged out the morning preparations, as I imagined in my head the many scenarios of my attempts, failures and my slow agonizing execution. Not pleasant thoughts when compared to what I wanted to think about… Hell’s burning kiss on my lips that even now felt a little scorched. Perhaps Hell was wired to where all violent tendencies expressed themselves in reproductive acts… I wasn’t sure all I knew was that kiss had left me wanting more. Why Hell kissed me, didn’t matter so much to me, a hard life had made me an opportunist and I would take pleasure where I could find it, even if it didn’t exactly come from free will. I would never force anyone but being forced by some one who couldn’t stop himself, there was some type of romance in that… twisted abnormal and unhealthy but since I didn’t have any one to psycho analyze with, I wasn’t going to give myself a psychosis out of guilt for enjoying Hell’s rough force me down and make my lips sweat.