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Chapter 9: Nerve
AN:Hahah. Has anyone read the book 'the devil's pitchfork'? It’s really awesome and gave me the idea for this chapter. Be afraid, be very afraid.
Suggested Listening: Don't Cry Out by Shiny Toy Guns (I swear every time I hear the song I think its going to say 'obsession with naked women'. It's not my fault I swear!)
Chapter 9: Nerve
He was once again strapped down to a table, though the difference this time was that he had been awake when they did it. He had lost so much strength that it had been all too easy for them to force him to lie still as they tightened his bindings.
He had thought that whatever they had planned would begin then but nearly twenty minutes later, by his calculations, he was still alone in the room. At first he had wondered if they planned to use silence as a torture to him.
But the silence would have been welcome to him, as it would mean they weren't there to bother him. So he logically knew that there was something else in store for him.
More minutes ticked by and he had fallen into a light doze before being startled awake by the door opening. A man in a white lap coat walked in followed by one of his usual torturers. Lab coats usually meant doctors. He doubted very much they had brought him in to care for their captive in a sudden bout of remorse.
So that left a rather nasty alternative in his opinion.
“Good day detective Mello, it is a pleasure to finally meet you. I'd shake your hand but you seem to be rather tied up at the moment.” the two men before him shared a laugh while he held in a sarcastic remark.
It would not be nice to piss the crazy doctor off. Especially when he had a bag of god knew what with him.
There was, as before, a small rollaway table beside him where the familiar laptop was once more set upon and set up. However the doctor didn’t wear anything to cover his face. The webcam must have been focused on him and him alone if they left out that precaution.
The remaining space was quickly filled up with tools from the doctor’s bag. Each new tool sent a shiver down his spine. The real question was if all of those were going to be used, or if they were just for show.
He eyed some of the things on the table and prayed most were for the fear value.
“It is obvious to us that normal means of torture just aren't working, so we are going to try something new today. But before the good doctor here begins, I will give you a chance to tell us everything you know about L, now.”
Whatever they had planned was obviously going to hurt much worse than anything they had done to him before, but even so... he just wouldn't say a word.
“Your choice then, Doctor?” he watched as a needle was picked off the table and held carefully in long, thin fingers.
“You will find that while human bodies are indeed very durable, the slightest pressure on the correct part can cause pleasure or even cripple a person with pain.” the doctor's gloved fingers slid down the side of his neck to stop at his shoulder.
“Pain is a creation of your mind; and it can only take so much of it. It will of course find ways to dull the pain. (1) But the nerves become tired, your serotonin levels between nerve endings become depleted.” the doctor paused and raised his other hand.
“I can open you to an entire new level of experience… one that you won’t ever forget.”
The needle he had been eyeing warily was inserted into his shoulder and he could not have prepared himself for the feeling of agony that was produced. He screamed, every inch of his body feeling as though engulfed in flame.
Every cell in his brain was screaming, telling his brain that he was on fire. (2) That he had fallen into lava, that his skin was red, scorched, turning black, sloughing off his body.
He was shaking so bad that it was a good thing he was restrained or he would have been clawing at his skin, trying to tear away the pain; Fight the flames that weren't even there.
The needle was pulled away, and the moment the needle was gone the agony vanished as though it had merely been a figment of his imagination. He was left gasping, covered in sweat and visibly pale.
“Do you feel like being forthcoming yet?” though feeling like he had just escaped the pits of hell, he shook his head. “No.” his voice was raspy and it hurt to speak.
“Go ahead doctor.” the needle was replaced and the feeling of burning returned seemingly tenfold.
This was repeated many more times, and each time his answer remained the same. No.
It reached a point where he was merely repeating the same sentence over and over, not being able to think long enough to change it even if he wanted to.
-End Nerve-
AN: This was short... I know. But I like it. ^_^
(1) ((That he had fallen into lava, that his skin was red, scorched, turning black, sloughing off his body.))
(2) ((But the nerves become tired, your serotonin levels between nerve endings become depleted.))
k, I took those lines from the book, but that’s it. It fit really well and there was no way I could reword it, I’m not that smart. But for legal purposes cuz people ere evil, I will state again that I didn't make money off of those two measly little lines nor do I claim it as mine. So there.
Suggested Listening: Don't Cry Out by Shiny Toy Guns (I swear every time I hear the song I think its going to say 'obsession with naked women'. It's not my fault I swear!)
Chapter 9: Nerve
He was once again strapped down to a table, though the difference this time was that he had been awake when they did it. He had lost so much strength that it had been all too easy for them to force him to lie still as they tightened his bindings.
He had thought that whatever they had planned would begin then but nearly twenty minutes later, by his calculations, he was still alone in the room. At first he had wondered if they planned to use silence as a torture to him.
But the silence would have been welcome to him, as it would mean they weren't there to bother him. So he logically knew that there was something else in store for him.
More minutes ticked by and he had fallen into a light doze before being startled awake by the door opening. A man in a white lap coat walked in followed by one of his usual torturers. Lab coats usually meant doctors. He doubted very much they had brought him in to care for their captive in a sudden bout of remorse.
So that left a rather nasty alternative in his opinion.
“Good day detective Mello, it is a pleasure to finally meet you. I'd shake your hand but you seem to be rather tied up at the moment.” the two men before him shared a laugh while he held in a sarcastic remark.
It would not be nice to piss the crazy doctor off. Especially when he had a bag of god knew what with him.
There was, as before, a small rollaway table beside him where the familiar laptop was once more set upon and set up. However the doctor didn’t wear anything to cover his face. The webcam must have been focused on him and him alone if they left out that precaution.
The remaining space was quickly filled up with tools from the doctor’s bag. Each new tool sent a shiver down his spine. The real question was if all of those were going to be used, or if they were just for show.
He eyed some of the things on the table and prayed most were for the fear value.
“It is obvious to us that normal means of torture just aren't working, so we are going to try something new today. But before the good doctor here begins, I will give you a chance to tell us everything you know about L, now.”
Whatever they had planned was obviously going to hurt much worse than anything they had done to him before, but even so... he just wouldn't say a word.
“Your choice then, Doctor?” he watched as a needle was picked off the table and held carefully in long, thin fingers.
“You will find that while human bodies are indeed very durable, the slightest pressure on the correct part can cause pleasure or even cripple a person with pain.” the doctor's gloved fingers slid down the side of his neck to stop at his shoulder.
“Pain is a creation of your mind; and it can only take so much of it. It will of course find ways to dull the pain. (1) But the nerves become tired, your serotonin levels between nerve endings become depleted.” the doctor paused and raised his other hand.
“I can open you to an entire new level of experience… one that you won’t ever forget.”
The needle he had been eyeing warily was inserted into his shoulder and he could not have prepared himself for the feeling of agony that was produced. He screamed, every inch of his body feeling as though engulfed in flame.
Every cell in his brain was screaming, telling his brain that he was on fire. (2) That he had fallen into lava, that his skin was red, scorched, turning black, sloughing off his body.
He was shaking so bad that it was a good thing he was restrained or he would have been clawing at his skin, trying to tear away the pain; Fight the flames that weren't even there.
The needle was pulled away, and the moment the needle was gone the agony vanished as though it had merely been a figment of his imagination. He was left gasping, covered in sweat and visibly pale.
“Do you feel like being forthcoming yet?” though feeling like he had just escaped the pits of hell, he shook his head. “No.” his voice was raspy and it hurt to speak.
“Go ahead doctor.” the needle was replaced and the feeling of burning returned seemingly tenfold.
This was repeated many more times, and each time his answer remained the same. No.
It reached a point where he was merely repeating the same sentence over and over, not being able to think long enough to change it even if he wanted to.
-End Nerve-
AN: This was short... I know. But I like it. ^_^
(1) ((That he had fallen into lava, that his skin was red, scorched, turning black, sloughing off his body.))
(2) ((But the nerves become tired, your serotonin levels between nerve endings become depleted.))
k, I took those lines from the book, but that’s it. It fit really well and there was no way I could reword it, I’m not that smart. But for legal purposes cuz people ere evil, I will state again that I didn't make money off of those two measly little lines nor do I claim it as mine. So there.