Sanity a new story book 1

Chapter 4: Jessica

"Surprised to see me?" I heard as I started to regain consciousness. The pain from the electrodes was so intense that it rendered me unconscious. 

That was not the normal shock. I have never experienced that much electricity all at once before. More concerning, why was Jessica with them?

 "Do you remember the wreck you had two years ago?" she asked. "Think really hard now. The wreck you were in killed my brother. Now you are going to pay."

"Everything up until now has just been to build up your endurance." She said with a smirk on her face. I lay here horrified as she began to run her fingers through my hair and caress my face. I turn my head in disbelief and revulsion.

'I can't believe this was the girl I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.' This was not the Jessica I knew, this one was cold, heartless and unforgiving.

She tapped the switch giving me a jolt of electricity through my body. I screamed in agony as every muscle in my body contracted all at once. It felt like I was being torn apart from the inside out.

 "I was very close to my brother. He was the one that taught me about torture. He also helped me make my first kill." She explained. 

'I don't know what to believe anymore. Could this really be happening to me? It must be I can feel every jolt of electricity she gives me.'

Again and again, she tapped the switch careful not to let me go unconscious again. The weights prevented me from moving. At this point, I know that I am going to die and there is nothing I can do about it.

 The orderlies, or should I say her younger brothers, removed the electrodes and lifted me up dragging me across the room. As they drag me I notice the lights getting brighter. Now I can see that this was not an ordinary gym, but a torture chamber.

There was a whipping rack mounted to the wall, a stretch table in the middle of the room and an iron chair covered in spikes. They put me in the chair with the spikes and placed some sort of iron boot on my lower legs. At first, I didn't understand, but as they tightened the panels down on either side of each of my legs and began to insert wedges I wailed in pain. 

The spiked chair that I sit in also acts as a conductor of electricity, which I am jolted with every few minutes or so. Just when I think I am going to pass out from the pain she rubs skunk scent under my nose full strength, which is worse than smelling salts.

After she tired of the chair she had her brothers shackle me in the whipping rack. My feet hang down just enough for me to try to stand in a pool of what I thought was water. Just enough to get the bottom of my feet wet.

The air here is extremely foul and reeked of ammonia. "I don't want to have all my fun at once. I want you to suffer as my older brother did," she said as she walked away. Hanging there in that rack it was all I could do to stay conscious.

I have been here on this rack for several days now. They come in to force me to eat some sort of liquid gruel. I try to refuse it, thinking maybe I can starve myself to death, but they shove a tube down my throat and pour it in. I figure that they do this at least once a day, and I have been here for eight feedings. They are obviously not ready for me to perish just yet.

About the tenth day, Jessica walks in carrying a cattle prod. The puddle at my feet has grown as the urine collects. She puts the prod in the puddle to wake me. It sends a jolt of electricity up my legs, through my groin, and into my trunk.

 "Good morning sunshine." She says as she walks over to the wall next to me and grabs a horsewhip from the rack. She then lashes me five or six times leaving cuts all over my torso. 

"Aw, you poor baby. Your bleeding, let me fix that," she said as she poured rubbing alcohol over my chest and back.

"Ever hear of a procedure called electrocauterization? Let's see if it works." She said as she stuck the prod to one of my wounds. "We can't have you bleeding to death now, can we. There is still so much more I want you to experience."

As the light fades from my eyes, several hours later, I can do nothing more but hang here. I groan in agony as my heart gives out. 'My final thoughts are of you Jessica how could you...'

Silence fills the room as Jessica walks out. The only sound to break the silence is the clicking of her heals and the slamming of the door.