Frozen Torture Part 2

“Hey Charlie.”

“Yes, sir,” he sat up straighter.

“I need you to do something with this. It cannot die.”

“Can do sir.”

“Here is some safe supplies. You need to find your own way to heat him up.”

“Yes sir.”

They slammed the door shut locking all the locks behind them. I lay here unable to really move. I saw the cuts on my body that kind of froze stopping the blood from flowing. I was fading again when someone place their hand on my arm. I sort of jumped. I began to breathe fast heavy, painful breaths.

“Calm down. It’s Charlie. Not going to harm you,” he spoke softly, “Come on, we need to get you off the floor.”

“I . . . I cannot move.”

“I got you,” he scooped me up and moved me to my bed, “There you go. You’re so cold.”

“They said I was ninety-five.”

“Degrees? You need to get warm now,” he wrapped a blanket around me.

“It is so cold.”

“I’m trying to heat you up but you are so darn cold. If you will allow me, I could use my body heat to try and raise yours.”

“D . . . do anything you want. Just don’t let yourself get too cold.”

“I will be fine.”

He took off his clothes and placed his chest against mine. My shaking was still very bad though. I drifted off into a light sleep. All of a sudden I woke and began to breathe fast heavy, painful breaths. Charlie looked over at me from the edge of my bed and placed a calming hand on my leg.

“You scared the hell out of me. Take slower breaths. Calm down.”

“I’m so s . . . sorry.”

“No, no. It’s okay.”

I tried to sit up but ended up collapsing back down, “Ow.”

“Be patient with yourself. You need time to recover. Let me assist you,” he helped me sit up, “There you go. Oh my god, you are still ice cold. Can you tell me what happen? Speak slowly and take your time. There is no rush.”

“O . . . okay. I’m trying my best.”

“Good thing you don’t stutter every sentence because you would have been so tired and I would have gotten confused.”

“Funny. So you saw what they did in here.”

“Yes. And it was the most awful thing I have witnessed.”

“Then I was forced to walk down a series of hallways.”

“Sorry to interrupt. But I need to see something.”

“Go ahead.”

He moved back my blanket and touched an area above my knee. A feeling like an electric shock went up my body. I jolted back in pain, “Just as I thought. Sorry about that. Just testing to see what they did. They want to weaken you more by not allowing you to walk which you really cannot now.”

“Great. They led me into a freezing cold room where they tied me down, stripped me down, and coated me in water. H . . . he questioned me and questioned me even when I had nothing else to say,” I was starting to get breathless.

“Slow down.”

“The room was twenty-five degrees.”

“A person should not be out in that weather bundled up in heavy clothing.”

“I . . . I know. He kept saying that if I told him he would take less time off. Him and a nur . . . nurse were arguing when he said something,” I stopped again to breathe, “He said that my family left me here to fix me and to make me better. To make m . . . me pay for was I have d . . . done. And th . . . that th . . . they were going to k . . . kill me in the first place,” I could not catch my breath.

“Take a break.”

“I . . . I just have a few things to say.”

“You can say them when you are taking slower breaths.”

I forcefully slowed my breathing, “After that they untied me and dragged me back here. I was fading in and out of conciseness the entire time.”

“Let me get you more clothes.”

“D . . . don’t get in trouble.”

“I know better.”

He tossed back on his clothes and walked over to the door. He called out to get someone’s attention. By the voice I could tell he got the man from before.

“Is he alive?”

“Barely. Can you get him some clothes and maybe a thermometer?”

“Yes. I can get both. Give me a moment,” he rung someone on the phone. Seconds later that someone showed up, “Echo I know you can hear me. Get up and get this.”

“Sir I don’t think he can.”

“Stand down or you will go back.”

“Get up.”

Even the slightest movement caused terrible pain. I placed my trembling hand on the bed and slowly pushed myself up. I was screaming. Screams I had to muffle. The first step had me on the floor. I could not bear the pain. Tears just ran down my face without any control. I continued to get only to fall back down until I got to the door. He handed me the items and I collapsed on the floor as he walked away. Charlie quickly was at my side.

“Please leave me.”

“I love you too much to do that.”

“I beg you to leave me.”

“I cannot do that,” he scooped me off the floor. I grunted in pain and he placed me back down on the ground, “Sorry.”

“D . . . don’t a . . . apologize.”

“You cannot stay on the floor so I am quickly going to move you.”

“Just do it.”

He scooped me up again and move me over to the bed. I screamed when anything small thing would touch my leg. No matter how fast he moved me it still put me into overwhelming pain. I lay here with my eyes closed until he came back over.

“Wish that I had not become your roommate yet?”

“No not really. You need help and no one else in the entire place can do that. Also I feel connected to you. And you are a very interesting person.”

“Thanks. I . . . I wonder what th . . . they wanted from me.”

“I don’t know but this is pure torture. Okay you have to trust me.”

“I do. Why?’

“I need to look at your leg so I can see if I can do something.”

“Hand me a cloth.”

“Why?”

“My mouth.”

“Oh. Here you go,” he helped stuff the cloth into my mouth, “This is something I need to do. I know you told me not to apologize but I am sorry.”

He placed his hand on my ankle and looked up at me. I closed my eyes and nodded my head. He began to feel around for I think broken pieces. I was gripping the bed sheets and screaming. The cloth in my mouth muffled every sound. He stopped before moving on and removed the cloth from my mouth.

“Take a breather for a second. You ankle is most definitely shattered.”

“I’m exhausted.”

“You can sleep soon. Ready?”

“No.”

He placed the cloth back in my mouth and moved on to my calf area. The one area he touch made my entire leg feel like I was being stabbed my a million needles. I my entire body jolted.

“Messed up nerve sorry. There was no way to tell with the naked eye,” he realized that could not speak and removed the cloth, “Forgot about that.”

My hands are gripping the sheets so hard. I talk through my teeth, “There are a million needles in my leg and this half of my body.”

He took my hands after prying them off the bed, “I’m trying my hardest but I am no doctor.”

“I know. I will th . . . thank you better later.”

“Don’t worry about it. Can I continue?”

“Do anything you need.”

The cloth was back in mouth as he continued to feel my leg. Every touch felt like I was being shocked until the needle feeling went away. His hands moved all the way up my leg and up to my side. His touch made me feel something that was unexplainable. I moved my hand up to gently caress his face. He smiled and kissed my forehead. He took the cloth and threw it beside me.

“They would kill me if I were with you. A relationship with another man is forbidden in my family.”

“Tell them I am just a friend.”

“A friend with benefits.”

“Leave that bit out,” I let out a small laugh, “Laughing hurts. Everything hurts.”

“Can I wrap up your leg?”

“Go ahead.”

He pulled the sheets from his bed and sat me up to begin wrapping it tightly around my ankle. I was biting my lip to stop myself from making any noise. He pulled the other sheet off his bed and did my upper half of my leg. He went all the way up wrapping it tightly. My entire leg were wrapped in a tight, bulky cast made out of bed sheets and pieces cloth. The shaking in my body was still the same which proved a little challenge.

“You won’t be needing these,” he held up the pants that the man handed me, “so I am going to wrapped your hand.”

“Who is th . . . that man?”

“He is the warden or the one who controls everything.”

“It is weird to see him a lot. You are a special case.”

He tore the pair of pants into strips and made a make-shift cast for my hand. Afterwards he placed his hands on either of my sides and kissed me.

In between kisses I managed to speak, “For someone fearful of being caught.”

“Are you complaining?”

“Not in anyway. I am the opposite of complaining.”

“Good.”

He began to leave trails of kisses down my neck. I softly laughed and traced the muscles of his stomach. At the worst time, an image popped up in my head. A big man, the one from the other images, was attacking me. I was thrown into a bridge while he was calling me every name. He walked up and stomped on my foot. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest. Snow was falling all around. He picked me up from my buttoned top and threw me back down. I was screaming that it was an accident over and over again. I caught a glimpse of a road sign; H something ville. He was beating the life out of me while everyone was just watching. He had a handful of my hair and was bashing my head off the ground. I closed my eyes and opened them again but back in present day. Charlie was holding me with an expression of worry. The pain of my body came back to me. I just realized that I cannot feel pain or anything when I am trapped in these mind images.

“What did th . . . that happen at the worst time? Sorry, I cannot control them.”

“Are you okay?”

“What did I do?”

“Started yelling. I covered your mouth to silence you. You almost started fighting the air.”

“You probably th . . . think I’m crazy now. Charlie I’m sorry.”

He smiled, “Like you said these images are uncontrollable. It did scare me though. Remember not to apologize for something that is out of your control.”

“Did not mean to scare you. When did it snow last?”

“Like a little over a month ago. A blizzard really. They allowed me into the courtyard. Usually I cannot go out with the others.”

“Where are we?”

“In a mental institution.”

“I know that. I mean what town.”

“Cottonwood.”

“Do you know of a town that begins a H and ends with ville.”

“Yeah Honeyville. It’s like thirty miles from here. Hey you’re stuttering less but still freezing cold.”

“Can I tell you about it?”

“Of course. And afterward I need to get your temperature.”

“Are you my doctor now?”

“I suppose so. The warden told me to keep you alive.”

“Aren’t there rules about dating your doctor?”

“Rules are meant for breaking,” he kissed me, “And certain things stay behind closed door. You are an exception.”

“Oh. I . . . I like that.”

“Do you want to sit up?”

“Please. I feel so incompetent.”

“You are not. They hurt you so bad.”

He sat me up and I relayed the image in my head. He slowed me when I lost my breath or when I began to stutter too much. I could see that he was interested but in a caring, curious way.

“My turn to tell you something but temperature first,” I groaned, “Shush. It’s not bad.”

“I just hate being treated like I am incompetent. I just feel so weak and I just hurt everywhere.”

“Wish I could help with that but all I can do is make you smile or feel more comfortable.”

“That is all I need. Sorry to be a pain,” I took a deep breath, “It is j . . . just weird to not be able to move most of my body or do anything. Are you sure you still want me here?”

“Yeah must be weird not being able to move. And yes I still want you here. Now hold still,” I smiled and let out a light laugh, “Oh. You can’t move and I told you to hold still.”

“Yeah.”

“Hey beforehand I want to test something.”

“Go ahead.”

He hand me his paper and a pencil, “Write your name and put a straight line underneath.”

“I can’t,” I held up my hand that was still trembling.

He took my hands, “Try.”

I put the pencil in my hand and slowly wrote my name. He watched with a smile. Then I tried my hardest to draw a straight line. The pencil kept slipping from my hand but he placed it back in.

“Thanks,” he took the notebook back.

“How did I do?”

“Your line is more crooked than a piece of paper crumbled and re-crumbled a hundred times.”

“Th . . . that’s nice,” my words faded.

“No more loosing conciseness on me. One more kiss for the night.”

He kissed me one last time for today. Keeping his face only an inch from mine, he ran his hand down my face and looked deeply into my eyes.

“Never thought I would feel this way again.”

“Never thought I could be this happy and in this much pain at the same time.”

“Promise it will go away some day,” I moved my hand up to his face and leaned up to kiss him.

“Thought we were done for today.”

“Are you complaining?”

“Not at all. Now let’s get your temperature taken so we can get on to my story telling. I’m eager to tell more. No more stalling.”