Crack Attack: A Collection of One-Shots and Other Disturbing Shit

Proofless - Chapter 3

            "Still at it? I thought you would've come up with a new game by now." She steps in with the usual cold bottles of water and a taser and the door clicks shut behind her, wedged in place by that one tiny piece of metal. If Preston can manage to pull this off, we could be out of here in just a few minutes. She doesn't seem to suspect anything as she walks around the bed to his side and starts feeling around in her pocket for the key. "I was this close to getting you a Rubik's Cube but I don't think I can trust you two with anything like that yet. Maybe in a few months we can get you one." Any time now, bro. You only need one hand to do this. Come on, Preston. Get her! Hurry before she notices! I can't do anything but sit here, helpless as I wait for her to realize that he broke out of his metal leash. Damn it! Why isn't he doing anything?! She leans down and puts the key into the lock just as he reaches up to try to take the taser away from her, but she only stumbles for a second before she brings the taser down right on the side of his neck and stuns him in place. He flops motionless onto his back with his eyes closed, his face blank.

"Preston!" I subconsciously tug at the chains before I realize that I can't move any closer. He is out of my reach and now he might be dead because of this psychotic bitch's deluded fantasies. He doesn't move. I keep struggling and she threatens me with the taser but I don't give a shit right now - he might be dead. She gives me a distasteful look and tosses a bottle of water at me, as if that would do any good. "Come on, Preston. Wake up. You have to wake up."

"Snap out of it, honey. You're scaring Rob. You should know better than to try to play games with me. I tried to warn you. I did. But did you listen? Not for a second." Preston slowly squirms next to me and I have never been so grateful for his restlessness. He moves his free arm and she buzzes the taser again, causing him to jump and curl in on himself like a roly poly under a magnifying glass. "You have to give me your arm, Preston. You know the rules and you already broke 'em once today. Now, Preston. I already have to punish you once. Do you want me to make it twice?" He shakily offers up his unsecured wrist and she promptly retrieves the key from the floor and slips it into the keyhole, undoing all of our hard work and hopes.

"What are you going to do to me?" he asks quietly and she purses her lips and shakes her head in disappointment as she walks back around the bed to check my handcuffs, too. When she is satisfied, she pockets the key and tosses the second bottle of water in the middle of bed.

"Now I know both of you were in on this - you couldn't've got that off by yourself. But one of you took something you weren't supposed to have and did something you shouldn't've done. And we all know who that was." Preston shivers audibly next to me and we watch in horror as she reaches up to the collar of her worn-out Tweety Bird t-shirt and slides a sewing needle out of the flimsy fabric. "You recognize this, don't you? Don't you?" He doesn't say anything but the expression of pure terror on his face as she walks over to his side of the bed tells her everything she needs to know. "You know I love you, sweetheart, but I can't just let you run around doing whatever you want. You were the mastermind behind this cute little plot and I need to show you who's boss now. It isn't you." The needle is glistening in her hand from the bright spotlights up above. I can't see his face because he's turned away from me now, but I can clearly hear the panic in his voice. If I wasn't so helpless, I would be screaming for her to stop, too. But right now, doing anything but watching would just make me her next target; it wouldn't help anyone.

"Please no. Nonononono! You don't hafta do this. I'll be good, I swear. I won't move off this spot again, please no. No! Stop!"

"Hold still, Preston. This will only take a couple of minutes." He tries to move out of her reach but there is nowhere for him to go. He turns his head toward me with his eyes squeezed shut as she takes his shackled hand and turns it so that the back of it is toward her. She pinches the soft skin and pushes the needle in, slowly and steadily until it comes out the other side of the fold. He lets out a deep breath, flinching as he feels her pinching the skin again a little more toward the middle. "That's a good boy. It'll all be over soon." She pushes the needle in again, pulls it out, pinches the skin again, pushes the needle in, pulls it out. "Good job. Now give me the other one."