The Cured

My hands whisper across the peeling paint of the damp walls while I feel my way blindly down the halls. The incessant drip dropping of water and the stench of mold and mildew assuage my nostrils. I smile.

I’m getting closer.

His fear is palpable as he whimpers in the darkness. Soon he shall worry no more, for I shall bring him out of the darkness into the all-consuming light. All dark deeds shall have their day in the sun. Regretfully, today is not that day. Now is a time for learning, a time for change. We are as a teacher to student or as a parent to child and I will correct his behavior accordingly.

Reaching up, I pull the chain overhead. It is the singular light in the room where he is held captive. The slimy green moss covered brick walls of his personal hell have now been illuminated. Dark pupils turn to pinpoints. Like an animal, he huddles as deep as he can into the iron chair he’s bound to. Fear is reflected in his eyes. A surge of power courses through me. Smiling, I lick my lips

I grab his cheeks roughly between my fingers causing his lips to purse as I stare into his red-rimmed eyes. Yes, you thought you were going to defile me. To control me, but it is you who will become the defiled, the damaged and tormented; begging for my mercy my eyes scream at him. My mouth remains silent.

Slowly, I pull the scalpel from my leather jacket and hold it up to his right eye. He really does have lovely, striking blue eyes. Those beguiling orbs are useless to him here. I run the edge of the blade swiftly over the top of his eyelid. Turning to the other eye, I quickly do the same, removing both eyelids before he comprehends what I’ve done. Grinning, I survey my handiwork with pride. I’ve become quite adept at this.

The man begins to squirm. He screams around the black ball-gag in his mouth as realization sets in. His wrists begin to bleed from the handcuffs biting into his skin as he fights against them. Clicking my tongue, I shake my head at him in disappointment. Leaning, I place my face next to his.

“Now, now Harold.” My voice is low, my warm breath against his cheek. “Save your energy for later. This is only the beginning.” Turning my head toward him, I lick a stream of salty tears mingled with blood from his soft cheek. “Delightful!” Straightening, I remove a small bottle of vinegar from my jacket. Grabbing a few cotton balls from a tray, I saturate them with the vinegar and apply it to his severed eyelids.

The bastard goes wild, like a rabid dog.

“Hold still.” I grab him by his hair to immobilize his head. “I’m doing you a favor,” I growl. “This will staunch the bleeding. You need to see or else what’s the point?” Harold stops bucking. Foam-like saliva covers the ball, sliding down his chin like a child’s bubble-bath beard.

Tears run steadily down his ruddy cheeks. That’s to be expected from someone with no eyelids to blink them away. I pat his jaw with my black leather-gloved hand and kiss him lightly on the forehead. He is my child after all and after every punishment comes a little clemency.

I walk over to the flat screen T.V. and DVD player, brought down and set up just for special occasions like this. Putting in the DVD, I press play. The device is programmed to play the DVD in a loop.

“Enjoy the show, Harold. I’ll be back for more fun later.” Whistling my favorite tune, I turn off the light. It’s a fun game I play, finding my way out of the darkness of Harold’s personal hell, and into the light from above.