Today was my second torture therapy session. It started out with electro-shock therapy. I was once again instructed to strip down. I think this is to prevent me from running away once the torture begins. Electrodes were attached to my neck and back. ‘You will feel vibrations, ” she said. Vibrations is putting it mildly. What I felt was shocking. So shocking that my body was moving involuntarily. I couldn’t control my arms, shoulders, and legs. After what seemed like a lifetime, the tormenter returned, removed the electrodes, and began the abrasive rubbing. It seemed as though she were trying to separate my muscles from my bones. This time I didn’t care, because I was so relieved that the electro-shock therapy had ended.
Once the tormenter was through I was instructed to get dressed. By this point I could hardly move. I dressed and was immediately escorted to the next chamber. Here the doctor came in and instructed me to lay face down. Once I was on the table she put a staple gun on my back and neck and stapled me back together. Perhaps if they hadn’t torn me apart this step would not have been necessary. When I finally returned home I noticed that I did not have any staples in my body. Perhaps the leftover electricity in my body had rejected them or, more likely, there were never any staples to begin with.