Jack stood in front of the mirror. Try as much as he wished,
he could not move his feet from the spot where they were firmly rooted. A lump
formed on his throat. Suddenly, he could not talk. He was angry. It showed on
his face and his palms got all sweaty. His reflection stared back at him
sending a deluge of mental images into a rampage on his brain. Numerous
pictures ran amok in his mind, one in particular wrestling the others to his full
consciousness.
In this particular picture, he is lying on a bed. He cannot budge, just
like he felt in front of the mirror. This was different though, his hands are
chained. So are his legs. A bright light
appears. First it falls on a wall. Yes, there is a wall behind him. It suddenly
hits him how dark the room is. He is not scared though. He wonders why. The
light moves towards his eyes. He fears it must be someone directing it. It
lands on his eyes. Gosh it’s bright! He twists an turns trying to evade its unpleasing effect, but he cant!
A scream, seems from an adjacent room. It’s a girl’s scream.
Now he is sweating. He can hear his heart beat too. His breathing gains pace
all together. And then, and then the screaming stops. A door is slammed and one
is jerked open right in front of him. The room is filled with light. His fears
are confirmed, it was someone directing the light. He looks odd. It’s a man. He
is not so old, but his eyes are white. The eyes are barely open. Maybe just
enough to form two slits on both sides above his nose.
“He must be in a trance,” he thinks.
The man seems familiar. He swears he had seen him somewhere
before but no, it couldn’t be him. A man walks into the room, his figure silhouetted
against the bright light streaming in from the open door. Yes, it’s him! It’s
Mark Harwood. From the porn videos he viewed on his laptop. What happened to
him! He looks sick and in pain. The figure moves close to him and the air
around increasingly grows musty. He throws up but his inclination does not
allow the mess he makes to flow out. He can feel his own puke creeping into his
stomach. He starts to cry. The figure starts to laugh. First a chuckle then a
maniacal laugh follows.
Jack is now scared stiff. The figure turns towards the light
a little and Jack notices the guy is stark naked. Suddenly the door slams shut
and the room fills with bright crimson light. Jack notices he is chained to a
bed with lifeless naked bodies, females with painful dead stares. This time his glottis does not let him down,
he lets out the mother of all screams.
“Oh God!” he sighs as for a first time he catches a glimpse
of the man’s face. He isn’t even human! It’s a serpent’s head attached to a human’s
torso with the arms and legs of a bear.
“Okay Jack, isn’t this a little farfetched with that wild imagination
of yours. Snap out of it. You are scaring me,” he could hear that small voice
like the one in your head as you read this scream out, and just as you are
thinking, he could not break out of this chilling stupor.
A girl appears from thin air. She looks thirteen not even a
day older. She looks ecstatic. Like someone had just bought her a full year’s
supply of ginger nut biscuits or maybe someone had promised her a Wayne Rooney
signed copy of FIFA 2013 with a brand new Play station 3 and playing pads that
vibrated every time you hit the crossbar. Okay, it wasn’t any of those but you
get it, she was blissful.
So the girl looks around and four men, naked, start walking
towards her. They don’t seem good intentioned at all. Jack feels the urge to go
help the girl, but he is still chained onto the bed. The girl starts crying,
little sobs then loud ear piercing screams follow. The men haven’t touched her
yet. He still can save the girl, if only he could break loose from those
chains. The girl looks at Jack, her eyes screaming for help. She stretches her
arms towards him. Then a sound escapes her mouth.
“Daddy!”
It’s his daughter! Wait, he has a daughter! No time for
speculation he thinks, he has to save her daughter. Then a thought flashes
across his mind. Why had he not thought of this before?
“JESUUUUUS!!!!” he screams.
The chains snap, they leave etchings all over his body. The
etchings burn slightly but he ignores them. He makes an ambitious dash towards
the men, but like a ghost he swooshes right through them. The girl’s screams intensify. One mans hand is
resting on her silky hair.
‘NO NO NO NO!!!” Jack goes.
Then he fancies his chances with a second scream of the name
he had heard numerous preachers talk of before. Yes, I’ll shout Jesus name!
“JESUS PLEASE HELP HER!”
This time a light zaps the four men right through their
chests making them drop to the floor. Jack now notices the etchings are
decipherable. They read something like ‘P O R N A D D IC T … H OOK E D…DE AD!’
Suddenly Jack felt cold. His eyes popped open staring onto a
white ceiling with brownish patches formed from rainwater trying to form some
sort of chromatography paper from the ceiling board. His mother’s wet
handkerchief was wiping pearls of sweat from his face. He was trembling
vigorously, a splitting head ache a testimony of his dreadful reverie.
That was it, the clarion call. He needed help.
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