Verisimilitude

RYLAND FOR FUCKS SAKE

" Want the exact experience Shane did?" Jack asked.

Ryland hesitated.
" A little less intense?".

Jack chuckled casually as he walked over to the trap door. He flipped the latch and threw the door open.

" Yeah I'd say a bit less intense, Shane was down there for a few hours after all" Jack said.

Ryland gulped as he willingly went down the stairs slowly. It was only a few steps to the ground, his feet hit the cold floor. The boy was opened up to a cold steel room with a cold bed and chairs bolted to the floor. What looked like oil stains were patterned all over the floor and the overall smell of death overwhelmed his nose.

Jack slammed the trap door closed and locked it, making Ryland jump. The Irishmen made his own way down the stairs and passed Ryland casually.

" So how does this work?" Ryland asked.

Jack chuckled darkly as he patted the chair that was strapped to the floor, inviting him to sit.

" I don't usually tell people, let's say it will be a surprise" Jack said.

Ryland nervously sat down. Jack walked to either side of Ryland and locked his wrists in place with metal guards. The boy tried to move his hands and failed, there was no way he'd be getting out of this anytime soon.

" Because you're doing this of your own accord, it, if it gets to be to much. Just tell me to stop, use my real name, Sean" Jack explained.

Ryland nodded silently. He was unable to track Jack's movement as he went behind him. Ryland could only hear his footsteps as he walked around the room gathering various things.

" What did you do to Shane here?" Ryland asked.

Jack came back into Ryland field of vision. In his pale hands he held muscle stimulators, a blindfold and two bottle of clear liquid with a small towel.

" You're about to find out" Jack said as he placed he blindfold over his captives eyes.

The boys breath hitched as he saw his vision fade. It made his other senses become more sensitive.

" I'm going to walk you through this since you only want to understand" Jack spoke softly in Ryland ear.

The boy leant away from the touch, the encounter seemed to personal, too, intrusive.

Jack held up one of the small vials in his hand, even though his captive couldn't see it.
" This is a chemical...that's name is a paragraph long, but when it comes into contact with something organic. It burns, oh god does it burn. It doesn't leave a mark though".

Ryland only hummed in response, even though he could talk and didn't have gag on. He still felt that if he spoke it would feel, wrong.

Jack snapped on some surgical gloves and dipped the small towel with liquid. The Irishmen didn't make contact with Ryland, only paced around him.

" Now I'm going to do this-" Jack interrupted himself to poke the towel into Ryland's flesh.

Ryland gasped and grunted with pain. It felt as if hot water had been poured over his skin and seeped into his flesh.

" Until you do as I say!" Jack spat.

The towel was removed but the burning continued. Ryland had to but his lower lip to keep from screaming.

Jack strolled over to his counter to grab the other vial. It felt lighter, the substance inside with much thicker and colder. He once again held the vial up, even though Ryland couldn't see it.