Unfinished Stories That I Will Likely Never Finish

Pain (Unfinished)

TW: Masochism, yelling, pain, cursing, mild depression.

Seán watched as Mark and Ethan got into position. He looked to the camera expectantly, seeing Amy give a thumbs up. They were rolling. Seán slipped into his screen personality easily- really, he wasn't that different off camera. He just played up the charisma and silliness. 

"Pain. Such an interesting thing. See, we all have limits- barriers, if you will. Limits for physical sensations, and limits for mental sensations. Today, we're going to push those limits. Amy went out and got some labour pain simulators, those electric shock bracelet things, a shock collar,  and extremely hot hot sauce. We have a bottle here also." Mark ran through the intro in a seamless way, like his whole life had come up to being in front of a camera, up for millions to see. And in a way, maybe it had. "We'll take turns flipping the bottle. If it lands, you're safe from punishment. If it fails, you'll be out through immense amounts of pain. The more you fail, the more intense and long the punishment will get. Do we need a safe word?" Mark asked, turning to Seán and Ethan. 

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea. Um… pizza is a good one." Ethan said. "Pizza it is! Alright, let's get to it. Ethan, wanna go first?"

The small man just sighed and grabbed the water bottle. He flipped it- and it flopped onto its side. 

"NO!" Ethan yelled in despair.

Mark began to laugh, while Seán patted Ethan's back. "Your turn, Markimoo." The Irish man said.

Mark strutted up to the bottle. He flipped it, and it landed. "Woo!" 

Seán stepped up and flipped the plastic bottle, and internally died inside when it completely fell off the table onto its side. 

Mark snickered. "What punishment first?" Ethan asked. "I'll do the labour pain thing," Seán said. He bent down to hook it up. 

Ethan picked the hot sauce. 

Once everything was set up, Seán handed the control to Mark. "Can I just start at two?" He asked. Mark raised an eyebrow. "Listen, this is about pushing limits. I have… personal goals for myself." Seán explained. "What are you hoping to gain out of this?" Ethan asked while pouring the thick sauce into a spoon. 

"Well, my goal is to not scream or make a loud sound of pain. I want to see how much pain I can silently handle." Seán shrugged as both Ethan and Mark stared incredulously at him. 

"You, Seán, are an idiot, but I applaud you for that." Mark said as he bent down. "Okay, ready? Three, two, one, go." 

Seán heard Ethan spluttering and coughing, and a small bit of pity ran through him. And then the pain started. 

Quiet, quiet, quiet, he reminded himself. And so he stayed completely silent, even when he felt like curling up and screaming. If this was two, he didn't want to know what ten felt like. 

He could see Mark and Ethan staring at him, as if waiting for a reaction. Seán grinned back at them, his more masochistic side shining through. 

"Holy shit Seán. I'm honestly impressed that you're not making, like, any noise. Y'know what? This video should be "try to make Seán scream"." Ethan said. Mark wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "I'm down for that," Seán said easily. He was getting used to the pain now. "I saw that you guys tried this, what did ten feel like?" 

"Hell. It felt like hell."

"I kinda want to go through all of them. Like, without breaks or anything." Seán mused.

"...I don't think that Mark's the masochist here," Amy chimed in. Seán laughed and flipped her off. 

"Mark, give me the remote," Seán said. He took it and studied the controls. He turned it off. "Give me a second," the Irishman cautioned. "I really wanna see how far I can go. This doesn't have to go in the video, I'm just curious."