Verisimilitude

4 Pain is always the answer

Jacks pov

This was something I hadn't done in a long time. Around a year I hadn't set foot down stairs. I didn't approached it or even attempted to get in.

But here I am. Swinging a sledge hammer and the old lock broke as easily as wood. The metal clattered to the ground at my feet.

I glanced at Mark as I leant down and opened up the old door. The hundred squeaking at me. The sledge hammer was dropped to the ground with a thud.
I began my journey down the almost vertical steps and nostalgia over took me.

I hadn't done this in so long. It not like I never thought about it. The urge to come down here with another was as strong as of an urge for a vampire to feed.
But I always pushed it aside.
Did something that distracted me while it passed.
Inside my mind, I often compared it to someone who attempted to avoid self harming.
The urge was always there and strong at times. Sometimes overwhelming.
But I never gave in.
I always found a way around it.

But this time was different.
I was asked.
I was desperate to it anyway.
I knew it wasn't healthy for either of us.
But then again.
What in this world is truely right.

My hands brushed along the cold metal of the bench. The presence of Mark stood next to me. Awaiting for me to tell him what to do.

" Do you want me to lay down?" Marks deep voice asked me.

I shook my head.
" No" I told him, my voice strong.

I then, with great forces pushed the metal table to the other side of the room. It clattered as it collided with the stairs.
It was out of the way.

Mark had jumped.
" What the fuck?" His voice going high.

I stormed over to the metal chair at the corner of the room. I felt adrenaline pumping through me as I realised what as about to come.
I slammed the chair down just above the drain that sat in the floor at the middle of the room.

Before Mark had a chance to sit down I forcefully grabbed him by his jacket and sat him down roughly. He questioned what was going on. But as if he was any other person. I said nothing.

" Take of your jacket. Leave only your shirt on" I ordered.

I strode over to a cabinet and unlocked it with the key code. One I would never forget. I herd him throw his jacket to the floor. He was smart enough to remove his shoes as well.

Reaching in the cabinet. A set of leather steps were pulled out. They appeared much like belts. But we're much more strong.

Stalking back over to him. I grabbed his wrist. Mark was hesitant to let me take control. But then again. They all are.

I rightly strapped his arm to the arm rest of the metal chair. Making sure the inter arm, where the veins were located were acting up. For easier access.

I then repeated the process with his other arm. Then his legs. Mark had questioned why and what I was doing. But I stayed silent.
I fascinated a strap over his chest, attaching it to the back of the chair and pulling it tight. He didn't need to breath so there was no need to leave it slack.

I then got to work adjusting the position of the chair. There was bolts on the floor that kept the chair in place. I slid the feet of the chair into the slots and secured them with screws. Hand screws.
Now the chair wouldn't move.

" Can you at least talk to me?" Mark asked, his voice growing slightly worried. Breathing on scared.
I said nothing.
He needed to be afraid for his to work.

My feet brought me to yet another cabinet. Inside sat vials and syringes. I grabbed then yellow liquid and a syringe. My eyes glanced over a blind fold. I considered it.
But I suppose it would be better would it.