Out Of Nothing 3

Jackie woke up. Still in a cage. Still in the small dirty room inside the large hall. Still without a plan.

“Good morning”, Reena muttered.

A door next to Jackie’s cage opened. Nice, it’s already beginning. A small man with muscular arms stepped in. He seemed elegant but still very strong. He had long dark hair and a fitting beard. His long face did not seem all that intimidating at first, but that was before he scowled at Jackie. Then put up a smile that let Jackies blood freeze. I WANT TO GET OUT OF HERE! He walked over to Reena’s cage.

“The thief, aye?”

Jackie suddenly noticed the syringe in his hands, moments before he stuck it into Reenas arm and injected the transparent fluid into her.

“Don’t worry, you’ll just be unable to move. Your ability to feel pain is not impaired.” He said that like it’s a good thing.

He took out a bunch of keys and opened Reena’s cage with one of them, then he continued to unlock all of her shackles. She just fell on the ground like a marionette whose strings got cut. The bearded man lifted her over his shoulder and took her to the other room.

Hours passed. Jackie heard disgusting noises, but no screams.

Then Harrison came back. There was blood on his shirt, not much, but it still freaked Jackie out. He had a new syringe in his hand.

Panic rose up inside her but she was so restricted she could barely move. Harrison had no problems piercing the syringe through her skin. Something cold flooded through her veins. Within seconds her body went limp, even faster than Reena’s. He lit himself a cigarette and looked almost bored. After removing the shackles he just grabbed her arm and dragged her across the floor.

Behind the door was a room that smelled of blood. It didn’t smell bad though, Jackie noticed. The floor was covered in bloodstained tiles, just like the walls. In the middle of the room was a chair, with a small table besides it. On the table were a bunch of metal objects Jackie couldn’t recognize yet, but they didn’t look pleasant.

“You’re the first Dirtlicker that made it into this room. Quite the lucky one, are we?”

Jackie didn’t listen. She tried to shut down her mind. She didn’t want to witness this. Harrison put out his cigarette on her hand. It was nothing against the pain of biting the flesh off her arms but it made her imagine of what’s to come.

Harrison took a knife from the table.

“Let’s start with the simple tools.”

With no hesitation he began scraping the skin off her arm. She knew the pain but it felt much better done with a knife. She smiled at the thought. He thinks she doesn’t know what pain is. He doesn’t know shit. Her eyes fixated on him with a hateful glare. ‘I WILL SHOW YOU WHAT PAIN IS!”, she screamed in her mind.

Harrison didn’t like hurting people, it just so happens it is what he is good in. It’s why he is so useful for Sawyer. Slaves that only think of escape are no good slaves. It’s inconvenient I you have to make sure they can’t flee, it impairs their productivity. Harrisons was good in letting them forget about escape. Make them learn escape equals pain. Lots of pain. The pain becomes what they flee from. And like every person Harrison liked the feeling of being needed.

Sometimes it’s hard for him to do his job. The thief girl. Young, good-looking. He felt bad for destroying who she could have been. But it had to be done.

For the first time he enjoyed it. He hated the New Englanders, as they call themselves. Dirtlicking beast that feed on their own children. They don’t deserve to live. They deserve to be punished for the impertinence of ever being born. Harrison was quite surprised when he heard people would like them as slaves but after learning about what people would like to do with them he gladly accepted to supply them with those monsters. They deserve it.

He didn’t know the name of the beast that is his first patient. It was a girl, full of dirt and blood, wearing ragged clothes which she probably never took off in years.

He wasn’t scared of her, after all she couldn’t move. He just started his work as usual, only this time with a smile on his face.

This smile quickly faded when their eyes met. It wasn’t the glare that filled him with fear. It was the fact her eyes had moved.