Chapter 7: Pause

She stared at the light on the ceiling.

Fatigue began to take control over her body as the effects of adrenaline wore out. She commanded her limbs to move, but her muscles just wouldn’t listen. She was exhausted, but something was very wrong with her body. She couldn’t fall asleep. No, that wasn’t it. Her mind was just too wide-awake, her brain still very active.

The injection she had had more than just adrenaline. The man had been researching about ways to keep a person conscious when he came across an old article on the internet. In the 1940s, Russian researchers did a sleep experiment with five test subjects. After providing food to last for a month, they were put in a sealed chamber before allowing them to continually inhale a gas-based stimulant. The gas definitely kept all five subjects awake for five days. The article also mentioned several test subjects staying up for 14 days and hell breaking loose, but he wasn’t interested in this. A gas to keep someone awake for five days was just the information he wanted.

He called his usual underground broker who supplied him anything he needed in exchange for filming his hobby and giving them to him, who, in turn, distributed to potential buyers in the black-market. The gas was not only not a hoax but also used by many secret agencies from the CIA to MI6 for torturing and interrogating criminals. Apparently, scientists have derived a serum form of this gas since an injection was more convenient than gassing somebody. The broker, belated by the booming business between them, added a bonus to the man’s demand. A modified form of adrenaline was added to the sleep impeding injection. The new chemical did everything adrenaline does except numbing pain. In fact, it even did the reverse and heightened physical sensations, causing victims to feel better pain.

This chemical has been flowing in her veins for the last half-hour. But, now that the adrenaline had worn off, only the sleep impeding serum remained in her system. She had no clue she was being forced to stay awake, and even if she did survive the night, she would still be seeing day and night for the next several days.

As the numbness in her right stump started to fade, the growing pain from it amplified the torment in her deflated breast. Tired, her painful cries had turned into occasional sobs.
She wished someone would put her out of her misery. She hated herself. Specifically, she despised her voluptuous body. She wished she never had these juicy cups. She enjoyed seeing men attempt to get in bed with her and women drown in jealousy. But, she didn’t want this. She thought to herself if she could go back in time, she would surgically remove her melons and live a pure life her grandfather suggested. Living a pure life… maybe, this was her sin for disobeying him. Even though she was still a virgin, she couldn’t quite see herself as anything pure. She had been playing with herself, masturbating, every day ever since she first saw porno in her cousin’s computer when she was 13. Every allowance she get, she would secretly order adult toys from the internet. But, when she got to college, she had to live in a dormitory, thus lost all her privacy. Then, she would pretend to return home every month to meet her family, but in fact, just longed for the dildos, vaginal clamps, vibrators, ecstasies, nipple suction cups and all things imaginable, which were stashed carefully in the mattress of her bed. Her fetishes were insane as she once tried to fit a whole prosthetic fist into herself. But, she wasn’t into S&M. It was just her wonderful body that could stretch incredibly and pave her mind with utmost pleasure. Now, this body was becoming her biggest regret. She hated it for falling prey to this man, and at the same time, felt sorry for it. One breast was gone, the other emptied. She felt very undeserving of her natural blessings.

Before she could further resent herself, her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. The man had reappeared under the light.

“Why don’t we move down a notch and get this party started?” asked the man, looking down between her legs.

She whimpered and shook her head again.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”