Gone Too Far (SamandColby)

Chapter 1: It Begins...

The energy of this chair was fucking with him.

Sam grit his teeth, trying to get his legs to unclench, but the muscles continued to spasm. Fuck... this was something he'd never experienced before. It was terrifying, but also... kinda of exhilarating.

"Yes," He translated, wondering what was happening outside of this little closet he was in. Colby was in here with him, filming, but he couldn't help but feel a little alone, his senses to the outside world cut off.

Something swam across his vision, visible even behind his closed eyelids.

Sam had never opened his eyes during an Estes session. He was wearing a blindfold for a reason, no reason to open his eyes and try to see anything.

But there, sitting in the haunted armchair at the Zak Bagan's museum, he thought about it. He was wearing a blindfold, so him opening his eyes wouldn't have any effect on the session. He still wouldn't be able to see anyone's lips moving to ask questions.

This place felt different. So why shouldn't he try something different? So he clenched his hands (his legs still wouldn't untense) and he opened his eyes.

There were two pinpricks of light at the bridge of his nose, where the blindfold didn't fully lie flush with his face. He'd expected that, and wasn't surprised by it.

What he was surprised by was the flashing in his vision.

He squinted, wondering if one of the others was flashing a light in his face. He was translating, listening to the words that came through the headphones and speaking them out loud, but his brain was focusing on the flashing lights in his eyes.

They weren't... quite right. Like he'd thought the flashes could have been mimicked by the movement of a flashlight but that wasn't quite right. It was more like... like he'd stared into a bright light too long, and little sun spots of darkness swam across the dark red black from the blindfold.

He could feel the shaking of his legs, the trembling in his hands. He took a breath, swallowed, trying consciously to relax himself. This chair was really getting to him.

"You've gone too far." He translated, feeling something like terror steal through him. What were they asking out there?

His vision flashed again, and Sam grimaced at the headache that rushed in behind his eyes. "I wanna feel."

For a moment, he swore he could feel hands on him, his own hands shaking so hard he felt like he couldn't hold the arms of the chair.

"Yes, I can." The spots danced faster in his vision, blacking out the light at the bridge of his nose. His chest started to feel tight. Fuck, he'd never felt like this during a session. Never.

It was terrifying, but it was so real Sam didn't want to stop this.

"Watch me." Until his vision started spinning. The spots had almost entirely obscured his field of view and a sickening feeling started up in his gut that something was wrong.

"I'm here right now." Sam felt the sentence leave his mouth at the exact same time he felt a hand roughly shake his knee.

Oh thank fuck... He pulled the headphones off, but his vision still swam horribly and he only pushed the blindfold up enough that he could press fingers into his eyes, trying to press the floaters from them.

Fuck, what was going on?

"Are you okay?" Colby's voice, worried, "Are you okay?" He pulled the headphones from Sam's hands.

Sam startled a little bit, pushing the blindfold up. "Yeah," he brought his eyes up to Colby. He could see Colby and the girls, although they were slightly obscured by the floaters. He blinked a few times, trying to clear his vision. It didn't really work. He needed to get out of this chair. "Oh fuck..." He stood up, pushing himself from the chair.