Kurt awoke groggily to a bright light in his face. His head was pounding from the pounding it had taken. Some time had passed, for there was dried blood on his face. At first, he just squinted, trying to escape the devil light that kept wanting to stab into his brain. Hanging his aching head lower, he blinked against the bright light. Trying to move his hands up to shield his face, he found he could not. As his head cleared somewhat, he saw the reason why.
He was sitting in what looked like a large, heavy, wooden chair. His arms were bound to the arms of the chair with what looked to be log chains. His legs, he discovered soon after, were also bound in a similar fashion. Kurt found that pulling against them was no good. They were as tight as could be without cutting off his circulation. Nor could he move the heavy chair so much as an inch when he got the strength to try, which he did for several minutes until sweat was pouring down his face, stinging the cuts there. Somebody had worked him over, he gradually realized. His face felt all puffy and his jaws ached when he opened and closed them.
The bright light was in front of him, it seemed, just a few feet away, mounted on some sort of tripod. It’s glare was so strong that Kurt could see only blackness beyond it. When he was able to move his head without the shooting pains, he examined what he could. He saw that he was in some sort of windowless room. The walls, he noticed, looked like the inside of a log cabin, big rail-tie sized chunks of wood laid atop one another, filled in with mortar at the cracks. Turning his gaze upward, he saw not a ceiling, but large beams of at least a foot thickness criss-crossing under a peaked roof. Looking down at the floor, he saw it was of rough-hewn stone.
The place had a musty smell. ‘Earthy’ might be a better word, he thought. It reminded him of the woods, or rather like what a cave in the woods might smell like. There was also no sounds. It was like being in a tomb. There was just him and a spider, crawling across the floor. At length, the spinning in his head cleared. He probably belonged in the Clinic, he reflected. At last, with no other options, he forced his aching jaws to speak.
“HEY !”, he called out. “Whoever You Are ! You Had Your Little Joke ! Now It’s Not Funny Anymore !!”
Silence greeted this. After thirty seconds went by, Kurt tried again.
“HEY !!!! HEY !!!!”, he called with a strangled voice. “Lemme Loose Of Here Right NOOOOWWW!!!!!!!”
There was a small 'click’ from beyond the light, like a microphone being switched on. Then, a low electric hum. Dimly, in the far upper corner, a small red light flickered on.
“Ah ! I see you finally woke up, Boyo !”, a voice said from behind the bright light.
“Who Are You ? What Is This ? Lemme Loose Of This Right Now !”, Kurt yelled.
“Tch, Tch...No need to repeat yourself, Boyo”, the voice said. “I heard you the first time.”
“THEN LET ME GO, DAMMIT !!!!”, Kurt raged.
“Afraid that’s a ‘No Can Do’, little man”, the voice chuckled. “You going to be here a while. A Long While !”
“Whadda You Talkin’ About, You Retarded FUCK !!”, Kurt hollered. “My Boys Will Be Lookin’ For Me, When They Find Me, I’m Gonna KICK YOUR ASS !!!!!”
The Voice coming through the speaker laughed. “Boyo, nobody is going to find you here. Scream all you want, no one can even hear you. This Resort is a bit off the beaten path, so to speak. You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave, He He !!”
Kurt struggled against his bonds. “This is BULLSHIT !! You Can’t Hold Me Here !! You’ll Go To Prison !! This Is Kidnapping, Dumbass !!”
“The same that happened to a certain young lady just a few months ago, so I hear”, the voice observed with a touch of irony. “What’s good for one is also good for another, isn’t that right Boyo ?”
“That Was Different !!!” Kurt protested. “We Just....Detained Her To Get Weapons From The Preps !! Then I Turned Her Free !! It Wasn’t Kidnapping !!”
“Makes no difference to me, Boyo....I don’t care what you little Perverts do with your time”, the voice said. “I was building an Empire long before you were even a bad seed in your Daddy’s ball sack. You remember your Daddy, don’t you Boyo ?”
“No”, Kurt seethed. “I Don’t Have No Father, Shithead.”
“Why, sure you do, Boyo....Everybody 's got a Daddy !”, the voice chortled. “Unless...You’re a little Bastard....Is that what you are, Boyo, just a little Bastard ?”
“I’M NOT A BASTARD !!!”, Kurt yelled angrily, his eyes bulging at the insult.
“Then where’s your Daddy now, Boyo ?”, the voice asked, shaking with laughter, “Where’s your Daddy now ?”
Kurt let loose with a string of curses at his unseen tormentor, lasting for all of five minutes. When he finally exhausted his verbal repitore, he came to realize the mysterious voice had fallen silent. Sulkily, he said, “You Still There, Scumbag ?”
“I be here, Boyo, but not for long”, the voice answered. “I have other matters to attend to, besides the likes of you. Not to worry, you’ll be....Well Attended to during your stay here.”
“Why Are You Doing This ?”, Kurt blustered. “What Do You Want From Me ?”
“Oh, it’s not me you have to be-a worrying about”, the voice replied, “It’s the Young Master you’ll be answering to, not myself. Till next time we meet, just relax and enjoy your little vacation. Everybody needs a break now and then, Don’t you agree ? Fact is, I’ve been told to have you try out the Spa Treatment. I hear it’s quite refreshing.”
“What Are You Talking About ?”, Kurt said roughly. “Just Whadda You Mean...”
“You got to be all cleaned up before the Young Master meets you”, the voice interrupted. “It’s the only decent thing to do when you got company coming, isn’t that right ? Be checking in on you later, Boyo !”
Another small ‘Click’ announced the termination of the connection, and the low electric hum ceased. Kurt sat, with his mouth open, poised to fire off another volley of rants at the invisible speaker, then closed it. It would do no good if he couldn’t be heard, he figured. He set to thinking about his situation.
Young Master ? Just who the hell was that ? He could think, offhand, of about about ten people who had scores to settle with him. As he was dwelling on that, a drop of water struck him on the head, followed by another, and then another. Quickly, it turned into a small stream, then just as fast became a larger stream. Within seconds, it became a heavy stream, as if a kitchen faucet had been turned on above him. Since he couldn’t move from the spot, he quickly became soaked.
But there was something wrong. This water smelled, absolutely REEKED. Soon, the room became saturated with an evil smell. Kurt then noticed small chunks of brown stuff falling off his head onto his lap. Kurt realized the brown chunks were pieces of shit. He was being washed, alright....With sewer water that should have been bound for the Waste Treatment Plant.
The stinking, shit-encrusted water was building up on the floor in front of him. Kurt leaned forward as much as he could and managed to catch sight of a drain right in front of the chair. The shit was clogging it up. At the same time, he saw something else.....A power cable snaking to the big, bright light on the tripod that was still shining in his face.
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