The Tortured

The encounter

Some minutes ago I was working in a coffee shop.
I was serving someone.
A man.
He looked like he was in his mid 40s.
So why can't I move?Where am I now?
Somewhere? Nowhere?
Did I hit my head?
What happened?
WHERE THE FUCK IM I?
I wanted to shout those words but my mouth was numb. My tongue was numb.
What was going on?
What......I didn't do drugs right?
Wait no I don't do drugs.
What I'm I even talking about?
I was completely awake now.
I was in a room.
Wait it looks like a basement.
No a big room that could be used for a restaurant.
Wait where's this?
Huh......I'm tied!?
Why I'm I tied? Is this one of Michael's games?
What the fuck!This is way too serious.
He isn't that sensible to do all this (specifically the numbness of my tongue).

I heard some footsteps... whoever it was he or she was approaching.
I was tensed.
Why I'm I sweating?
Nooo,nothing will happen, I'm going to get out of this.
Yes I will.

He was right in front of me.
The man!
The one I was serving!
What the fuck was he doing here?
What the hell!?
Wait but how ?
I was.......

" I'm sure you are confused right now " he says.

..I just stare at him,unable to utter a word.
" Oh yes I forgot, I numbed your tongue with some...ermmm..articaine and epinephrine. " He says
" I don't expect you to understand "
He adds.
Why was this man.....no who was this man? Who is this man? What does he want with me ? Why? Why? Why?
Did I date his daughter?
Wait I'm not a playboy what the hell?
Calm down, Gerald calm down.
Just Clear your head a little.
Breathe, Gerald, breathe.
I could feel my tongue reviving.
" Your tongue will be back any time from now " he says walking towards a table .
Wait, now that I think about it I'm not in my uniform.
I'm in a hospital wear.
The fuck!
I'm not sick!

" I brought you here to torture you" he says with a smirk on his face.
" Huh" I say.
" You heard me right, I want to be frank and straight forward."
He says calmly
" We will start tomorrow get comfortable." He adds.

He walks away leaving me there to question my existence.
What...what...what ...what was happening?
What did I ever do?
Why? Why? Why?
What did I do to him?
Wait it's a dream.
A dream. Yes a dream that I will wake up from any minute from now.
I have to be dreaming!

*The next day*

I slept?!
No I woke up!
Wait I'm still here!
What was I doing here?
I was supposed to be dreaming.
I'm not doing this, this isn't happening.
I'm not getting tortured by any man. Not this man.

"Well good morning,we will start with some slicing.
I will slice a piece of your skin,you get to chose the area and I will obey.
So where is it going to be" he says .
" Nowhere" I add
" I can chose for you then. The testicles....??" He asks playfully.
"NO!" I exclaim
" Okay then where?"
"My arm" I say.

He then ties me to a chair.
He ties me soo firmly that I thought my arms were sewed to the chair.
He then proceeds to injecting me with something.
I suddenly feel nothing.
Nothing.
Like I was air headed.
Did he just give me lidocaine?

* Hours later*

He brought me food.
It wasn't a nasty one.
It was clean and hot.
What is he trying to gain with this, I'm soo confused.
He doesn't seem to hate me.
" Did you inject me lidocaine?"
I asked...I was curious.
" Yes I did ,how did you know."
He asked.
" I studied, science,medicine at school, I just liked very field , learning was fun" I say.
Wait....I just spoke to that man like we were friends.
This man wants to kill me!
Gerald focus.
"Well that's nice to hear"
" Thanks"
He then walks away.
After a min, he yells: SEE YOU TOMORROW!
Fuck you!
I cried in my mind.
I wish I could shout it.
But I will only make things worse.
    He came back the next day. Barely said anything to me. He came to me, and sat me down.
" How's the wound?" He asks.
I almost forgot about that,it was somewhat deep.
" It hurt"
"Good"
He proceeds in filling a big bowl with water.
What was he trying to do.
He didn't ask me any questions today.
I suddenly felt a grip in my hair ,it was a tight one.
I was breathing water before I could even blink.
He shouted:" Can you hold your breath for 2 minutes?"
The hell? I barely knew how to swim. I didn't have the time to learn.
Why? What did he want ? What does this do?
He takes my head out of the water.
And whispers:" you can do better."
I try my possible best to breathe steadily but was hard.
My nostrils felt heavy and I was in soo much pain.
My chest,my head,hurted.
He throws me down and leaves.
I laid there like a child. An orphan.
If I was a gangster who went beating people and got abducted by some freak who wanted revenge, I would understand, it's understandable. But no, no I wasn't.
I liked to mind my business.
I learned to stay in my lane.