By the time I heard the closet open early the next morning, my arms and my legs were on fire from being pulled back, and my hands were numb and useless. I got picked up and carried somewhere in the house, my head banging into doors or walls or something.
I was thrown onto a hard floor and banged my head again.
"Cut the ties," a woman's voice commanded, and suddenly I was free of hog-tie, though my wrists and ankles were still bound. It didn't help much, though. The pain was excruciating, and my hands were hanging bits of meat with no feeling. They kept the tape on my face and eyes.
"Hello, Patrick."
I didn't recognize the voice. I tried to move a little, but I couldn't. I lay on the floor, helpless.
The woman walked around me slowly.
"Look at the filth!" She sounded happy.
I felt her hand rub a few strands of my hair. I tried to squirm away, but it didn't help.
"It's almost like he was made for us."
I made a sound so that she knew I was trying to talk, but it did no good.
She laughed, "And what a smell!"
At that moment, I wished I'd taken a shower every day, like every other normal person. All I wanted now was to be left alone.
I could hear her get close to me and whisper in my ear. I smelled her perfume.
"Some people love seafood and can't get enough of it. Some people hate seafood and can't stand the smell of it. You're like seafood."
I heard her back away, and two strong hands lifted me and dropped me into a leather chair.
"Take it off his eyes."
The tape was ripped off my eyes and, with it, some of my skin. I could feel rivulets of blood stream down my face. The pain was horrible. I would have screamed if I could.
I blinked my eyes, trying to adjust to light after ten hours of darkness. I was in some kind of elegant room, facing a long, old-looking sofa on which a beautiful woman in a tight-fitting black dress watched me.
"Some seafood is harvested, while some are caught free. And some chickens are raised in horrible little factories, while others are allowed to wander freely. That's where you get cage-free eggs."
I had no idea what she was trying to tell me.
"I bet you're hungry."
I was, but I was even more desperate to go to the bathroom. Either way, my mouth was still taped shut, so I tried to ignore both thoughts.
Two men flanked my chair, wearing the same weird doll mask I had seen the day before.
The woman picked up a wine glass and took a sip. She took a deep breath and smiled, closing her eyes with pleasure.
"Seafood."
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