Hey guys. So I know it's only been two days since I published the first part, but I got a creative frenzy and wrote the second part. And since it's not very sexual, I decided to publish it right away and justify it by pretending it's still the first part, the introduction. You'll probably need to wait for the next part (where we'll finally get to some spicy content) for a while, since my schedule is going to be full for the next.
Either way, thank you so much for your support on the previous part. I didn't expect many people to even read it, let alone like it, so I'm really happy. I hope I won't let you down with this second part. I apologize that it's still just foreplay, but I promise the next part will be spicier. And I'm also sorry about all the mistakes I made in the first part, English isn't my first language.
Now to the story...
(The first chapter ended by me laying on my back, not being able to move, and staring at Patrick.)
He told me he wanted me to see him while he explained the situation and that’s why he turned me on my back. And then he started talking. His whole monologue was startling at best, but the worst part was yet to come. He told me that when he’d said I’d also enjoy it, he meant it, but that was only the result. The middle part, the “transformation process” as he called it, was going to be really unpleasant. This process was apparently not yet tested, so he didn’t know the exact experience I would get, but considering how the treatment was based, he expected me to feel sharp pain in my entire body.
Transformation process? Treatment? What in the bejesus was he talking about?
After this entire “explanation” thing, he lowered my jeans a bit and while reaching for his syringe and another vial (this time the liquid inside was colourless) he said I don’t need to worry as I wouldn’t feel the injection. He then disinfected the skin where my thigh meets my stomach, pierced it with the needle and pushed the liquid out of the syringe. Two seconds later he stuck a band aid on the injection spot, patted it and smiled at me. As if all that wasn’t enough, he then covered my eyes with a sleep mask, so I had one less sense, and with another quick move he turned me back to my previous position.
So now I was laying on my stomach, without the ability to feel or move my body, without the luxury of seeing, and the only thing that could even remotely help me figure out what was happening was my hearing. Patrick announced he needed to focus and hence was no longer going to talk.
Although I did consider myself an intelligent guy, the events of the last twenty minutes were a little too much for my brain. And because I couldn’t hear anything except from gentle zipper sounds, clinking of glass and quiet rustling of textiles, my thoughts were slowly starting to swirl through my mind. There were dozens of them. “What is happening? Is it all a dream? Who in the hell have I been friends with for the past 13 years? Do I even know Patrick? Does anyone else know about this? What is he doing with me? And what do his words about everything changing mean? What the fuck did he mean when he said I’d enjoy it. He’s doing some sort of science experiments on me and I was supposed to enjoy it? Was he mad? Wake up. Wake up! WAKE UP!”
And then I actually woke up. My head was pounding, my mouth was drier than an Egyptian mummy and a strange sensation ran through my body. Like vibrations. Wait, I could feel my body. So, it was a dream after all? Or rather a nightmare. Thank God either way. Patrick wouldn’t believe what insanity of a dream I had. But the room was still dark, it had to be the middle of the night.
The incredible headache didn’t allow me to ponder about the implications of the situation for long, I had to do something about it, I needed to get myself a glass of water. I tried getting up, but I couldn’t. As if a swarm of snakes writhed my body.
Then I heard Patrick. “Good morning, buddy.”
„Morning? It’s still dark…“
“Oh, wait, let me fix that for you.”
I felt his hand on my head. And then there was light. “Did you forget about the sleep mask?” he asked.
Sleep mask? No no no, that couldn’t be true. Yesterday actually happened?
Patrick continued: “I know what you’re thinking. It wasn’t a dream.” He sat next to me on the bed. “Sorry for yesterday. I would choose a different approach, but you didn’t give me a chance.”
“What have you done to me? And how? And, and, and… why?” It was like a trance. The shock had paralyzed me and I once again couldn’t move.
“I wanted to do this normally. I really did. For the last two years I was trying other ways, but you wouldn’t budge. So I had to put my medicine skills to use. Physiology, chemistry, genetics. It actually wasn’t that difficult to find the right formula. Then I just had to wait for the right time. And then yesterday, when I saw you hopping here because of your aching back, I knew it was finally my moment. You practically gave yourself to me.”
“WHAT?”
“There’s no point in trying to explain it to you. Some things, you wouldn’t understand. Most of it, you wouldn’t believe. And the rest, I want to keep to myself.
“Let me go immediately!” I shouted at him when the initial shock had settled and I finally noticed the contraption I was in. It was like a scene from a movie about a psychiatric hospital. I was still in my bed, but there were leather restraints around my wrists, biceps, ankles, thighs, stomach, chest, shoulders and forehead. And they kept me from moving.
“Just calm down and stop twitching. Here, I thought you might have got a bit of a headache so I prepared a pain reliever and a glass of water for you.”
“A bit of a headache? It’s going to explode any second.”
He dropped a yellow pill on my tongue and stuck a straw in my mouth. The other end of the straw was in the glass in his hand. I wanted to spit it back on him, but my head was like an overheated nuclear reactor. I had to swallow, I couldn’t bear this any longer.
“See? It wasn’t that hard, was it? Don’t worry, it works quickly. I reckon you’ll be out of pain in about five minutes.”
“I’ll be dead by then.”
“You won’t, I’ll make sure of it.”
I didn’t know whether to be glad or scared. Patrick didn’t let me think for long though. He waved a flashlight in my face and watched my eyes. Then he placed an ice-cube on my leg. It was so cold I had to twitch. “Reactions to stimuli are normal.” he claimed and asked “How much do you remember?”
“Please, just tell me it was all a dream.”
“I’ve already told you that. It wasn’t. And I take it you remember. Anyway, as a cognitive exercise: Your back hurt, I offered you a massage, you complained it still hurt, so I injected you with an anaesthetic. I mean, you thought it was an anaesthetic. In fact, it was a neurotoxin. It paralyzed you. And then, well, then I got to play with my own inventions while you had your eyes covered and could only listen to me.”
That, I remembered. But I couldn’t let him know. So I just started at him.
“With memory loss, you'd be confused and probably scared. The fact that you didn't even blink means you remember every detail. I'm honestly pleased. I didn't expect such good results.”
“Fine. Anything else you’ve got or will you finally let me go?” I snapped at him.
“I can’t just let you go. Firstly, I’m sure you wouldn’t give me a chance to defend myself. Secondly, I already told you yesterday what’s in store for you. When we’re done, you’ll love your new self. But the path will be… uhm… unpleasant. Possibly painful. If you remember, it hasn’t been tested on anyone. After all, I developed the entire procedure just for you. Testing it on others would be wasteful and, overall, a thorn in my side.”
“Once again, you’re raising new questions without answering mine.”
“When I say unpleasant, I mean unpleasant. I cannot let you go and risk you’d pass out somewhere on the street where no one will be able to help you. I need to closely monitor you and assess the situation. And I can’t stress this enough, I don’t WANT to let you go just yet. First, I want to make sure the process was successful. But worry not, I’m not going to hurt you. And before our last semester starts, you’ll be free. And no one will look for you until then. Your parents know you’re here and all our classmates went home for Christmas.”
“So, for how long are you going to imprison me here?”
“It’s not a prison. It’s for your own good. Look at it as medical surveillance. Anyway, it won’t take more than two weeks.”
“TWO WEEKS? Have you gone mad? What about my exercise in the gym?”
“All gyms closed yesterday anyway. Don’t worry about your physique. I have carefully thought through everything. Trust me.”
“As if I could trust you after all this.”
“You not only can, you have to. Plus, when was the last time you had a reason not to trust me?”
“Yesterday. When I trusted you to help me relieve my pain.”
“I DID relieve your pain.”
“Yes, but at what cost?”
“You’ll like it. For now, get some more sleep, you need to recharge your batteries.” With these words, Patrick got up from my bed, dived into his, took his laptop and started typing something.
I didn’t realize I was indeed tired. I didn’t even notice that my head stopped hurting. “But I can’t sleep.” I thought. “I don’t trust that skunk anymore, he’d deny the nose on his face.” I stared at the ceiling. I couldn’t move and, in my position, the ceiling was the only thing I could see.
I thought about what he said. Compared to yesterday, my mind was much clearer, although I still couldn’t understand anything. Did Patrick have to speak in riddles? Can’t he just be upfront and explain everything? I don’t know how long I was thinking, but suddenly I was asleep.
