Obsède

Chapter 14-

Warm leatherete

Third person POV

Zuri eyebrow raised in curiosity when they reach Infront of a dark door that had the words painted . " Nightmare room" the door was black and the words were white, Zuri wasn't afraid, but curious as to see what her sadistic captor had in store for her.

" My father used to bring us into this room, whenever we upset him. " He said before he pulled the door open and when he did dust and the smell of old wood hit her face. " It's been a while since I've been in here." He then switched on the light switch that was beside the door and then the small room lit up and all was in the room was a wooden chair planted in the center of the room and attached to the chair was electronic wires and a brown cap. Instantly Zuri started to hyperventilate, believing he was going to electrocute her as the chair resembles those electric chairs they used for inmates on death row.

" What.." she whispered to herself.

" It's not what it looks like." He said before he began to push her towards the chair. " Come on, go to the chair love. Stop resisting you said you're not afraid. It's not going to hurt you....well not physically." He reassure her, knowing what exactly that chair and those electric wires and cap do. She then relax herself and walk towards the chair and sit on it before looking at him and smiling.

" What...is this out of a clockwork orange?" She questioned sarcastically. " Gonna give me a bit of the ultraviolence."

" What is that?" He asked confusingly, not knowing her reference. He then strapped down her wrists, then her waist and ankles to the chair.

" Nevermind..."

" Zuri this machine is called the nightmare giver ." She then chuckled at the name, thinking it was cheesy. " My dad used to work for The General Directorate for External Security, he used to specialized in torture methods. He created this machine basically to make people experience or dream about their deepest fear or their worse nightmares. Basically it force the brain to confronts it's deepest darkest fears and memories...things that your poor little brain try to hide away so it doesn't scare or traumatized you."

" I-impossible .." I stuttered out, not really believing those things are real.

" With the general directorate.. anything is possible. " He then began to place the brown cap on her head then strap it down, now it resembles an helmet. He place about 5 wires with patches on them on her forehead, he then place to things that resembles earphones in both of her ears and finally he place an oxygen mask over her nose and mouth, the oxygen mask was connected the small tank that was attached to the chair. " Now I'm not going to let it stay on you for over an hour, I honestly don't want you to be a traumatized mess." He then went out of the room for couple of minutes and came back with a chair. He place the chair directly Infront of Zuri a few inches away. " This device did a number on me....let's see if it will do the same to you. Also it might even help, as it it can be a great tool to help people overcome their fears, as it did me. " With that he pressed a button that was on the cap and then he flip a switch that was on the tank. " You see Zuri if I were to continue to punish you physically it would just....ruin your body and I don't really want to do that. I love imperfections but I honestly don't want to be the reason why you are imperfect. "

Zuri was inhaling and exhaling slowing trying to calm her nerves, but little did she knew that she was exhaling some sleeping gas being produced from the " oxygen mask" . The more she inhale the gas, the more sleepy she got and after 5 minutes she was knocked out. Chase smirk as he saw her head fall over, she was asleep.

Zuri's Pov

I opened my eyes and immediately began to panic, I was in my room...the old room I had when I lived with my parents. I looked at my hands and they were small, small like an child. I was a child again, I was 11. I got off my bouncy bed and walked slowly to the yelling that was happening in the living room. It was between my mom and father, they were arguing about ...me?