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    Inebriated – (Chapter: Five: Post Traumatic)

     

    “Common Sunshine, look at me while I do this.” The husky British voice sounded playful. He enjoyed his job very much. He began humming to himself as he sat the scalpel down and picked up a anesthetic wipe and began to wipe at Spencer’s left fingers.

     

    “Oh, the other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms. When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken and I hung my head and cried.” He began to sing lightly. [/i]

     

    Sweat trickled down her forehead as she lent against the kitchen counter gasping for air. She felt like a fish that had been dropped mercilessly out of it’s bowl. She felt tremors run through her body and she tried so hard to control them, but it was too late.

     

    The voice was now singing happily into the room. She could feel someone behind her.

     

    “Hey, you okay?” The British voice, laced with a hint of femininity, asked her as he came closer.

     

    Her body was suddenly on heat and the consuming warmth was making it even harder for her to breathe.

     

    [i] He continued singing the main verse of the song as he smiled cheekily at her. She darted her eyes around the room.

     

    Why could she never find the door out?

     

    Her eyes enlarged as she saw him pick up the scalpel again and her hand in his other hand. The smooth texture of his rubber covered hands was now unwelcome. She tried to scream when she felt the sharp edge of the object slice into her ring finger, but it only came out as a loud throaty grown. She couldn’t speak, move, or barley breathe. All she could do was watch and feel the excruciating pain of the object slide round her finger. [/i]

     

    Her toes felt like someone was sticking small, unnoticeable needles in them as they began to feel slightly numb and tingling.

     

    This sudden and overwhelming fear was breaking through her body with a strong force. She hated this; that she was a prisoner in her own body. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t keep still, she couldn’t think properly. All she could think about was that song. Her adrenaline pumped through her body, like the clear liquid that had been in the IV; fast and smooth.

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