Dangerous Trio

Asunder

I had been seeing Dr. Lector for 3 months now. The sessions were sometimes hard for me to get through, I hated talking about my past, but most of my symptoms were subsiding. I could finally get a good night's rest with little to no interruptions and I could finally think without my intrusive thoughts interrupting me. I felt alive for the first time in months. Dr. Lecters techniques were unique at tackling my problems. The sessions started off as just talking and him telling me the reasons why I reacted to certain things I did. Just knowing the reasons made me feel a bit more comfortable.

Tonight's session, however, would be different. I was going to try light therapy, as he suggested. He was the expert, and after all. I trusted him when he said I was ready for light therapy. I did a little research myself, but nothing about it seemed alarming. It felt like the icing on the cake, the final push to kick my healing into full gear—or at least, that's what I hoped.

At this point the leather loveseat in the waiting room was like an old friend. I saw it twice a week and it greeted me there in the red room. I barely sat down when the door opened, a gush of air hit me. It smelled like Santal 33. He just smiled as I walked through the threshold.

Tonight, he wore a three-piece suit, dark blue with red pinstripes, and Italian leather shoes. I was not a stranger to luxurious items; my time working with lawyers had quickly introduced me to the impeccable taste some of them had. From Jaeger-LeCoultre to Berluti, I could tell Dr. Lecter was well-acquainted with luxury. I took a seat as I usually did, setting my purse down. Strangely this office started to feel like a second home, I don't know if that was good or bad. Dr. Lecter no longer took notes at this point, just took his seat and crossed his legs. He always looked so beautiful, just staring back at me. I really felt like he knew everything about me already, as if he was living inside my head, knowing every thought and word before it came out. It was a strange and unsettling feeling.

"As you know, tonight's session will require a bit more out of you" Dr Lecter warned.

"It might feel...odd at first, but I assure you that if you follow the directions I give you, you will greatly benefit from it."

I was a bit nervous, but I chose to trust the process. Deep down, I wished there was a way to erase all my bad memories, but I knew that wasn't possible.

The treatment began with Dr. Lecter bringing out a peculiar light object. It was a light bar of some sort, and my first impression was that it resembled an art piece. He placed it in front of me on a small wooden table. I stared at it as if it held my destiny.

As Dr. Lecter took his seat, he gave me one last reassuring nod before beginning. I closed my eyes, and we started. Initially, I felt fine; it was peaceful. Soon, my body felt like it was in limbo, disconnected and floating between heaven and hell.

Was I under hypnosis? I wondered. I had never experienced anything like this before. It was new, strange, yet alluring. I saw images flash before me; it felt like my eyes were both closed and open at the same time. At one point, I could have sworn my eyes were open, staring at Dr. Lecter, yet his face looked distorted. The beauty washed away, leaving him looking like a pieced-together photo.

My emotions were palpable during this time, heightened and erratic. I was sure I was having a panic attack; my heart was racing. The images playing before me became increasingly disturbing—blood and death. I was terrified, and I felt like I was screaming, though I wasn't sure. Then, suddenly, my eyes shot open. In front of me sat Dr. Lecter, calmly clasping his hands together, wearing a slight smile.

I flickered my eyes, my head pounding feeling as if I had too much to drink. My body was almost posed, legs crossed and arms resting on either side of me. I never laid my arms like that.