Time Well Spent
Mia peered out from behind the meshwork of the cage, knees purpled and bloodied from kneeling against the metal grate. The lock upstairs snapped open, followed by the uneven thuds of boots down the wooden stairs.
She watched him approach, large and cloaked in shadows until the harsh florescent lights sprang to life. She knew his face well, but the grotesque deformity of one-half with twisted flesh and an artificial eye still brought a shudder. White hairs grew in tight patches on his scalp and the remnants of his ear melted into his head.
He walked over the cage, dragging his right foot slightly, and removed the keys from his pocket. The padlock on the cage dropped to the side and the door swung open. He grabbed Mia by her hair and yanked her over to the steel table. Her screams muffled by the ball gag chained around her face.
He tossed her with ease on top. She felt her wrist and ankles pulled and latched down, still aching from the hours of confinement. She lay motionless. Resisting only made the man more frustrated, prolonging the time. She turned her head to the side to avoid watching him, but the mirror he used to admire himself work did not allow this. She closed her eyes and waited, the scent of alcohol filled her nostrils as he bent over her and kissed her forehead.
The steel drawers clanged open followed by the metal clinks of instruments and tools being searched through and tossed aside. She focused on the images of her family, but the faces became more blurry daily. She had difficulty remembering the exact shade of her five year olds hair or the way her husband smiled.
Her memories broke as she felt the crush of her flesh and the sharp pain of a long needle. She strained to keep her eyes shut but the agony instinctively threw them open. He smiled with yellowed teeth as he squeezed the metal pliers harder and inserted needle after needle. The warm trickle of blood ran down her side, collecting in a small puddle.
After thirty minutes, he was satisfied. He removed each needle slowly and gave her an injection, which she assumed was an antibiotic as her consciousness never dulled and she never became ill from the wounds.
He drugged her back to the cage and gave her a kiss on the cheek before he pushed her head down and shoved her inside. She fell into the cramped area and the lock made the familiar click behind her. She began to cry.
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