Taste

Release

One moment, peace. The other, chaos.

I was finally relaxed and calm when I heard something crash outside. I could hear shouting and screaming, and over it all, I could hear Nan shouting curses and death spells, some of those she hadn't taught me yet. A chill went down my spine as I realized who the voices belonged to. Policemen. We had been set up by that dumb-looking commissioner.

I rushed out to see how bad it was going for them, hoping to see some men painfully contorting or burning to death. My hopes were met with incredible results from my grandmother, who had succeeded in deflecting the men's bullets and murdering most of them. I watched with glee as she forced an officer to shoot his own brains out, thrilled to witness her power. And then, as humans would say, shit went sideways.

There was a loud bang and then, for a moment, silence. The air turned still, the screams and pain resonating around us fell dead. And Nan fell dead too.

I felt it in my bones and heart, that pain and panic of sudden loss. I watched her limp body fall on the ground and crumple like a paper doll. I couldn't hear anything but the almost silent thud of that dead weight hitting the wet earth. I shook and screamed, a sudden flash of pain in my chest making me feel like I couldn't breathe. And then, I just felt numb.

So numb, in fact, that I stopped caring what happened.

I approached the group of men slowly, not feeling anything. I didn't feel remorse or sadness. I wasn't even remotely angry. I walked to them directly, right to the middle of their group, and didn't bother remembering a curse. I only Commanded, my voice loud and powerful, booming in the surrounding silence and banging against the stillness of the air.

"Kill yourselves. All of you." I told them, my voice a monotone. As I stood in their midst one of them put his gun to his head, right behind the ear and at a slight angle, right where it counted. In about a minute they all did the same, shooting their bloody brains to shreds one after the other. It made me laugh. This was fun. It was like watching stupid children, puppets of flesh bending to my Will. The melody of their guns cocking and the sweet sound of their heads being blown open by the bullets felt just like a lullaby. Sweet and beautiful.

But as I finally felt like myself again, as I finally came out of this semi-consciousness, I felt a sharp pain in my neck, like the sting of a needle. I pulled out the orange-feathered dart from my neck and looked behind me, towards Nan's body. There he was, the old commissioner, standing right in front of her corpse with a gun still fuming in his wrinkled hands. And he somehow got slowly more blurry, and I felt drained and cold, like the carcass of a child you bleed out and freeze.

And in all this chaos, came darkness.

Everything about when I woke up feels a blur. I was hit in the face with icy water and yelled at. Questioned. Beaten. I remember enjoying it though, all this pain they were making me go through.

When I was eventually fully conscious, I noticed they had fitted me with electrodes. All of which were connected to a remote, which was in turn connected to a car battery. I tried to smile and laugh at them, but I realized I couldn't. I was gagged, and not with any random object. It was a ball gag, a disgustingly sexual gag I knew people enjoyed wearing to be dominated. The symbolism displeased me quite badly. I stared at the two men harshly, wishing my eyes could cause their heads to blow.

One of them was short and thin, with long hair slicked back into a ponytail. He wore glasses and behind them were a set of icy blue eyes. I noticed he used probably way too much gel in his hair, which tarnished its golden brown colour. He glared at me from his ridiculous height, seeming to find himself oh so important. It was almost comical. The other one was the complete opposite. He was also staring at me, but his kind brown eyes seemed to pity me instead of hate me. He had short hair, a tan and was pretty tall, especially when next to hair gel guy.

"Are you finally with us now or do we have to zap you awake this time?" Hair gel grumbled.

You're lucky I'm gagged you stupid pig

Brown eyes cleared his throat. "My name is Sully, and this is Drake. Please nod if you understand."

I stared at them, trying to make holes through them by the sole power of my mind.

Drake, the short man, grabbed the remote and pressed a button. I felt an extreme burning sensation, every nerve of my body set alight. I convulsed and shook, my mind ecstatic. It felt amazing.

Do it more, do it more!

"Look, you sadistic wench." He spat, disgust twisting his ugly traits. "You either answer, or we zap you until your heart fails and you die, got it?"

I nodded obediently, planning to play a bit with the man's nerves, since he seemed quite the easy to anger type.

Sully cleared his throat. "Your name's Enna, right? Surely we can go through this peacefully. You tell us what we want to know, and we'll help you out okay?" He really seemed sincere about trying to "help" me out, as he so nicely put it. I gave him the most innocent, most remorseful look. He swallowed hard, noticing my silent plea.

"Bullshit." Drake let out. "She's one seasoned murderer if I've ever seen one. She'll kill us when she gets the chance, won't you, you stupid bitch?"

I shook my head as fast and desperately as I could. I even faked tears. Men are so easy to toy with.

Sully seemed to feel bad for me. He took in a long breath and sighed, staring at me.
"Drake, ungag her." He commanded to his partner. Shortie stared at him, then at me, then at him again. He refused to move. "I said do it!" He ordered, louder this time.

Drake, having no choice but to obey, approached me cautiously, mumbling to himself. He carefully removed the gag, whispering. "If you try to curse me or Sully, I'll fry you dead."

And then, swift as an arrow, I bit his finger off. He stared at me in horror and shock, his face turning paler by the second. I tried to look as panicked as him, like I didn't know it would literally rip it off, and spat out the finger in disgust.

"Oh dear goodness I am so sorry!" I yelled, pretending to cry, even adding actual tears. "I'm so scared and you threatened to kill me and I didn't know what to do! I just wanted you away from me!" I pleaded.

But he wouldn't hear anything I had to say. He grabbed that delightful remote with his stupidly small hands and pressed the maximum shock button as hard as he could.

Yes! More!

"No!" I screamed as the amazing burning sensation spread through me like a wave of debilitating pain. I convulsed and felt my heart almost fail. It was almost magical, if I do say so myself.

This was truly a great thing, torture.