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Erotica › Slash - Male/Male
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Erotica › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
6,130
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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Jamie squatted in the corner of his cell as he listened to the muffled voices. Strange things happen to a human body when it’s locked up, tied up and blindfolded for too long. His throat was dry as he swallowed; the voices were talking about him, just outside of his door. He hadn’t been visited in weeks and he was mildly concerned as to the reason for this sudden arrival. He lifted his head as he heard his door swing open, the click of expensive shoes on the perfect tile floor and the smell of expensive clothing reached him.
“Jamie, how are you today?”
He licked his dry lips as he swallowed again, his voice coming out in a rasp.
“Thirsty.”
He heard the man approach, setting down his expensive brief case as he carefully lifted a glass of water to his lips.
“I want to talk with you Jamie.”
He slid awkwardly off his feet, taking the pressure off his legs as he landed roughly on his rear.
“Come to cry on a mentally unstable shoulder?”
The man laughed lightly as Jamie listened to the scrape of a metal chair against the tile.
“I was hoping you would do the talking, I’m here to listen.”
Jamie smiled as he sat cross legged on the floor.
“I don’t have a whole lot to talk about, if you can’t tell I’m in solitary confinement.”
The man opened his brief case with a click as Jamie listened to the rustle of papers.
“Why is that Jamie?”
A small grin pulled at Jamie’s lips.
“You already know that, it says why right on my papers.”
The man stilled, Jamie had caught him off guard. He decided then that he was a young doctor, still unsure of himself and lacking the foresight to predict Jamie’s moves and to change his behavior and direction as Jamie does.
“You’re right, I have your papers. But I haven’t read them.”
Jamie tilted his head at the man; it was his turn to be surprised.
“Mr. Doctor, it’s rather unsafe to talk to me without reading my record. Most wouldn’t walk into a patient’s room without reading their background, you could get hurt.”
He listened to the doctor shift in his chair, he smiled.
“What makes you dangerous Jamie? You look pretty safe to me.”
Jamie cocked his head at him as his voice grew cold in his throat.
“In forty five seconds I can break loose of this straight jacket, this blindfold can be forced off by the jacket on its way off. It only takes around 115 pounds to crack an adult skull. I weigh 135 pounds; if you add the force my muscles will apply along with the force of your falling body it wouldn’t be hard to crack your head like a walnut on the wall behind you. Of course, you would probably scream and draw attention to yourself. But it’s alright. It only takes a few pounds to crush your trachea, after that it wouldn’t take long for you to suffocate.”
The air was tense as they sat like that for a few moments. Jamie breathed steadily, waiting for the man’s response.
“Is that how you feel? You want to kill me Jamie?”
Jamie’s smile faded as he relaxed and rested the back of his head against the wall.
“No, I don’t. I just don’t want you to underestimate me. One day I may try to kill you, and I want you to be ready.”
Jamie’s jaw clenched.
“You can’t control your impulses?”
He sighed shakily. No one would understand, and he was confused why he felt so compelled to tell his secret to this doctor.
“When I kill I am compelled to.”
He listened to the sound of a pen against paper as the doctor spoke.
“What compels you?”
Jamie sighed. Perhaps this man would be different, perhaps he would believe him.
“It would be immoral for me to allow someone to live when I know they are going to kill an innocent.”
The doctor shifted in his chair as it creaked.
“If you were aware of someone planning a murder you should have called the police.”
Jamie shook his head, although the motion was limited by the leather strap that connected the blindfold to the straight jacket.
“It doesn’t work that way. These people didn’t know they were going to murder an innocent.”
He could hear the confusion in the doctor’s voice. Perhaps he had done the wrong thing.
“Then how could you know?”
Jamie sighed.
“I saw it happen. I touched them, some by accident, some on purpose. It didn’t matter how I touched them, all that mattered was what I saw when I did.”
He was writing again. If Jamie hadn’t been tied he would had knocked the papers out of the doctor’s hands.
“You saw visions when you touched people?”
He smiled. Why do doctors always assume that pushing pills down his throat and locking him up in a little room meant his ‘problems’ would disappear and become past tense?
“No. When I come into contact with people I can see things. But I can only see bad things.”
He let loose a worried breath as he continued writing.
“Your medications aren’t working?”
Jamie laughed in his throat.
“I don’t have a disorder, I don’t have a genetic mutation, and I’m not crazy. Pills won’t help me; they won’t stop what I see. They forever force me forward, to see them and either act on them or ignore them completely. They give me the strength to stop evil before it happens, and I will never regret killing those seven people. If you had seen what they showed me, you would not have persecuted me for my crimes.”
The doctor had stopped writing and grew silent.
“You have no guilt for killing those people?”
Jamie lifted his head and faced the man as though there was no blindfold at all. He knew he was striking him to his soul as his words turned cold.
“I disobeyed the laws of man while serving a divine purpose. Something or someone gave me this ability, whoever it was they wanted me to do this. And I will rot away in this cell, uncured, and ready for whatever fate mankind will cast upon me for my crimes.”
The doctor swallowed in the silence of the small room. Perhaps he had done the right thing after all.
“I will leave you now Jamie, I’ll come tomorrow to see you again.”
Jamie smiled as the doctor scraped the chair against the tile floor again; going to the door to have the guard let him out.
“See you tomorrow.”
Jamie squatted in the corner of his cell as he listened to the muffled voices. Strange things happen to a human body when it’s locked up, tied up and blindfolded for too long. His throat was dry as he swallowed; the voices were talking about him, just outside of his door. He hadn’t been visited in weeks and he was mildly concerned as to the reason for this sudden arrival. He lifted his head as he heard his door swing open, the click of expensive shoes on the perfect tile floor and the smell of expensive clothing reached him.
“Jamie, how are you today?”
He licked his dry lips as he swallowed again, his voice coming out in a rasp.
“Thirsty.”
He heard the man approach, setting down his expensive brief case as he carefully lifted a glass of water to his lips.
“I want to talk with you Jamie.”
He slid awkwardly off his feet, taking the pressure off his legs as he landed roughly on his rear.
“Come to cry on a mentally unstable shoulder?”
The man laughed lightly as Jamie listened to the scrape of a metal chair against the tile.
“I was hoping you would do the talking, I’m here to listen.”
Jamie smiled as he sat cross legged on the floor.
“I don’t have a whole lot to talk about, if you can’t tell I’m in solitary confinement.”
The man opened his brief case with a click as Jamie listened to the rustle of papers.
“Why is that Jamie?”
A small grin pulled at Jamie’s lips.
“You already know that, it says why right on my papers.”
The man stilled, Jamie had caught him off guard. He decided then that he was a young doctor, still unsure of himself and lacking the foresight to predict Jamie’s moves and to change his behavior and direction as Jamie does.
“You’re right, I have your papers. But I haven’t read them.”
Jamie tilted his head at the man; it was his turn to be surprised.
“Mr. Doctor, it’s rather unsafe to talk to me without reading my record. Most wouldn’t walk into a patient’s room without reading their background, you could get hurt.”
He listened to the doctor shift in his chair, he smiled.
“What makes you dangerous Jamie? You look pretty safe to me.”
Jamie cocked his head at him as his voice grew cold in his throat.
“In forty five seconds I can break loose of this straight jacket, this blindfold can be forced off by the jacket on its way off. It only takes around 115 pounds to crack an adult skull. I weigh 135 pounds; if you add the force my muscles will apply along with the force of your falling body it wouldn’t be hard to crack your head like a walnut on the wall behind you. Of course, you would probably scream and draw attention to yourself. But it’s alright. It only takes a few pounds to crush your trachea, after that it wouldn’t take long for you to suffocate.”
The air was tense as they sat like that for a few moments. Jamie breathed steadily, waiting for the man’s response.
“Is that how you feel? You want to kill me Jamie?”
Jamie’s smile faded as he relaxed and rested the back of his head against the wall.
“No, I don’t. I just don’t want you to underestimate me. One day I may try to kill you, and I want you to be ready.”
Jamie’s jaw clenched.
“You can’t control your impulses?”
He sighed shakily. No one would understand, and he was confused why he felt so compelled to tell his secret to this doctor.
“When I kill I am compelled to.”
He listened to the sound of a pen against paper as the doctor spoke.
“What compels you?”
Jamie sighed. Perhaps this man would be different, perhaps he would believe him.
“It would be immoral for me to allow someone to live when I know they are going to kill an innocent.”
The doctor shifted in his chair as it creaked.
“If you were aware of someone planning a murder you should have called the police.”
Jamie shook his head, although the motion was limited by the leather strap that connected the blindfold to the straight jacket.
“It doesn’t work that way. These people didn’t know they were going to murder an innocent.”
He could hear the confusion in the doctor’s voice. Perhaps he had done the wrong thing.
“Then how could you know?”
Jamie sighed.
“I saw it happen. I touched them, some by accident, some on purpose. It didn’t matter how I touched them, all that mattered was what I saw when I did.”
He was writing again. If Jamie hadn’t been tied he would had knocked the papers out of the doctor’s hands.
“You saw visions when you touched people?”
He smiled. Why do doctors always assume that pushing pills down his throat and locking him up in a little room meant his ‘problems’ would disappear and become past tense?
“No. When I come into contact with people I can see things. But I can only see bad things.”
He let loose a worried breath as he continued writing.
“Your medications aren’t working?”
Jamie laughed in his throat.
“I don’t have a disorder, I don’t have a genetic mutation, and I’m not crazy. Pills won’t help me; they won’t stop what I see. They forever force me forward, to see them and either act on them or ignore them completely. They give me the strength to stop evil before it happens, and I will never regret killing those seven people. If you had seen what they showed me, you would not have persecuted me for my crimes.”
The doctor had stopped writing and grew silent.
“You have no guilt for killing those people?”
Jamie lifted his head and faced the man as though there was no blindfold at all. He knew he was striking him to his soul as his words turned cold.
“I disobeyed the laws of man while serving a divine purpose. Something or someone gave me this ability, whoever it was they wanted me to do this. And I will rot away in this cell, uncured, and ready for whatever fate mankind will cast upon me for my crimes.”
The doctor swallowed in the silence of the small room. Perhaps he had done the right thing after all.
“I will leave you now Jamie, I’ll come tomorrow to see you again.”
Jamie smiled as the doctor scraped the chair against the tile floor again; going to the door to have the guard let him out.
“See you tomorrow.”