Note: The use of '_' AND italics denotes a character's personal thoughts.

Because of the nature of this story there will be spoilers, so please: Read with caution


Chapter One, Part 4: "Ow"

My hands were around his throat, my fingers digging into the thin skin of his neck. I was pressing my thumbs into his windpipe, as a weak gurgling came from deep within his throat as he tried, in vain, to free himself.

I gritted my teeth and squeezed his neck even further, feeling his carotid arteries beginning to cry for release.

His eyes began to fly wildly around in their sockets, his face beginning to turn a sickening purple color.

I felt his windpipe begin to bend to my thumbs' will.

His entire face clenched and strained as he made one more final push to fight back against his rapidly fading consciousness.

I slammed his head against the floor, his eyes rolling up in the back of his head upon impact.

And then he suddenly went stiff.

I felt his windpipe finally snap, his body briefly convulse, his pained expression suddenly muted, before finally going still.

I was still, my hands still tightly clenched around his throat. I could feel my heart beating like a drum in the back of my throat, the adrenaline still coursing through me, my individual breaths sharp and distinct.

The silence, which had always been present, now overcame me, almost like a bucket of cold ice water being dumped on me.

My mind slowed, thoughts began to form in it instincts slowly receded.

I was still breathing sharply, my face drenched in sweat, my heart still beating like a drum.

I stared wide-eyed into the man's vacant expression, the realization of what I had just done dawning on me.

"I- I killed him…" I thought in shock, my hands shakily releasing their grip from his bruised neck.

I fell back off of him, feeling numb all the while.

"Wh-what happened?" I thought simply, briefly looking down at my own hands with a sudden feeling of simply incredible confusion.

Suddenly the man who'd I thought dead, killed by my own hands, opened his eyes, his irises set ablaze with fire.

Before I could react his arm shot forward, and his hand closing around my throat like that of a vice.

I tried to yell, maybe call for help or something, but his fingers had already closed around my windpipe. All I could manage was a small pathetic whimper.

I struggled against his grasp as he pulled me close to his face; the fire in his irises burning with an intense light, as if they could see right through me.

I felt a terrifying, yet familiar sensation of what I would describe as: "Being the smallest thing alive in a world of VERY big things."

Everything was beginning to go dark, spots appeared in my vision, and any thoughts I had began to be drained from my mind.

All the while he carefully examined my face, a low growl forming in his throat.

Without thinking, I mustered enough air to eek out a sentence.

"Who are you?" I tried to ask, through my waning consciousness, to the now revived man, as his grip became tighter.

He tilted his head for a moment, as if he were contemplating the question, before he abruptly snapped my neck in one motion.


I bolted upward in a panic, my every sense dilated to eleven.

Looking around blearily, I tried to spring to my feet, only for them to fall under me.

The subsequent flop was an unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome, stop as I was quickly brought to my senses on impact.

'Wha-?' I thought, quickly grabbing at my legs. Only I couldn't feel them, they were numb.

I tried rubbing the skin both of my legs, trying to put feeling back in them, but to no avail.

'The hell?'

I righted myself so I could get a better look at myself as I began to look my legs up and down in hopes of finding the source of my problem.

Thankfully, the solution quickly presented itself in the form a two distinct pockmarks, most likely from syringes, on either of my legs and quite fresh at that.

This alone told me two things; One: not much time had passed since I was put under, and two: I wasn't going anywhere soon much less make an escape attempt…

'Great, I've got time to kill, and no legs to pass it by with.' I thought, a short sigh.

'So what now?' I thought peering around the room I was in, which was comparable the size of your average run-of-the-mill jail cell.

Well for one: it was an obnoxiously white color.

But on another it was also padded; evident by how my hand sunk into floor when I applied pressure to it.

Out of the corner of my eye I spied an oddly black shape amongst all the white. Craning my neck I saw that the black shape actually looked to be a set of undergarments.

With a small glance at my persistent nakedness I pulled myself toward it and grabbed at the shape. To my surprise, I found that I now held, a rather striking, jet black thong.

'Better than nothing...' I thought, slipping on the suggestive article of clothing. It's texture and material, felt soft to the touch yet incredibly durable as I pulled it with a small snap.

Picking up the other piece of clothing revealed it to be a bra (or maybe a bikini?) of the same make and material.

'I just know there's a person somewhere getting a real kick out this...' I grumbled internally with an additional roll of the eyes, as I slipped the straps over my shoulders and clipped the connectors together in the back.

I sat back and observed my handy work.

'Alright, better to have some of it hanging out than all of it…' I thought dryly, while adjusting the cups, which, to my surprise, held my chest quite comfortably.

'Someone obviously knows their clothing around here- along with that of mentally torturing people. How quaint.' I thought with a sharp smirk.

Scanning the room for any other garments, I may have missed, I spied a small blinking red light attached to a small metal box in one of the corners of the ceiling. The lens, which was attached to it's front, focused itself on me the moment I looked in its direction.

'A security camera? Ah, so they've also got eyes on me at all times as well…'

Among all these things, I'd also managed to spot the door of all things. Except, it was so much a door as a large metal slab with a small rectangular slot at its center, for viewing mostly likely.

'Well that's just plain unsettling.' I thought, smartly, my stomach beginning to tighten and ball up out of an ever growing nervousness.


With a groan I laid back down and put the backs of my hands over my face, the tightness in my stomach, and now my chest, still not receding. All the while the glowing fluorescent lights above me buzzed incessantly, only spurring further my feeling of isolation and hopelessness.

A few minutes of silence passed and my mind beginning to wander to other things: people, places, events, etc.

'Just what the hell happened, and that dream…' I thought to myself, beginning to reflect on what had just happened within roughly the last 24 hours.

For what seemed to an unmeasurable amount of time my mind asked many questions, some answered with yet more questions, and others with no answers at all. Most of them though were about my past, yet some still lingered on what the burned man had said to me.

'You know my pain now. You have until morning to decide what you will do.'

The statement bothered on many levels, not just because it's meaning had so many implications, but also because it meant that I was somehow like the burned man...

Never the less, he'd offered me a choice: Join him and live, or refuse him and die. Simple right?

In addition to all of this: I could have opportunity to regain my memories of who I was- er am. Though while I wasn't about ready to die, neither was I just going to go along willingly with his every order. His little session had already put me in a bad mood, not to mention the whole soiling myself thing as well...

So what was I going to do then?

My brain began searching for solutions.

Try to break out?

No, not yet at least, the camera would tip them off the moment I tried something, and that metal door looks to be as thick as what you'd find in a bomb shelter, so no breaking it down. To add to all of this, there was no telling when my legs would actually be useful again…

Maybe I could bargain with him?

But what did I have to bargain with? Nothing, that's what. That is if you hadn't already considered my rack to be on that list.

Without thinking I gave my chest a tentative poke and watched leeringly as it jiggled slightly.

'I guess, in the end, all I really got is my chest…' I thought with a defeated smile.


I continued to rack off a myriad of ways I try and escape, except that all of them ended up with me either dead or recaptured. I really tried my best to stay optimistic despite myself.

Unfortunately, with every idea I racked off the more the sense of hopelessness brewed within me.

Finally, after what seemed to hours, it brewed over and I suddenly cracked.


'Gah! I'm so screwed right now… This whole thing is so messed up!' I thought, feeling sick to my stomach.

I could feel my face scrunch up, yet I didn't feel any tears fall. I ran a finger under my eye, finding nothing but the dried skin of my hand.

This caused me to fall apart.

'Dammit, now I can't even cry...' I thought, beginning get choked up and quiver with emotion.

It was in that that moment that I lost my composure, and completely broke down.

'This is just pathetic, now I'm just getting all worked up over this…'

'Just what the HELL did I do to deserve this?!' I lashed out and smacked the floor with a balled up fist out of anger.

The blow did something I didn't expect though, or rather three things.

One: while I did smack the padded ground, albeit A LOT harder than I thought I could, the flesh from the tips of my fingers to my wrist disappeared. Not exploded, or tore off, disappeared. I could see all the blood vessels, bones, muscles, and well... you get the idea.

Suffice to say this gave me a quite a shock.

Two: I actually caused the entire padded cushion to deflate and subsequently cause my hand to strike through the soft material onto solid concrete.

Well now I was just scared, mainly of myself.

Three: Because of said concrete and my hand striking it, I'd actually gone and broken it. My bones splintering and cracking; I think I even saw my pinky split in two.

Add this all to the fact that I could SEE my hand physically breaking and splintering along with all those other wonderful details; I promptly passed out with a single resounding word on my mind.

'Ow.'


Author's Note: Ok, so I definitely didn't come up with this one in a single night. Rather I had it sitting there for like seven months. I won't lie, I got major writer's block on this one, oh and a metric ton of school work that got dumped on me these few last months as well as a few real life personal issues. So there is my terrible excuse out of the way.

So you're probably asking right now: "Is it going to take another half a year to make another part?"

The answer to this question is: "Hopefully not." I've got the ground work for this upcoming part set, the problem is writing it so isn't disappointing or lack luster.

(Keep this on the down low) Considering its also supposed to be a juicy one~ (Keep this on the down low)

Oh and on that: Please give me feed back on what you've read so far! I really like getting reviews from you guys! In fact a review from a guest is what got me to- and I quote: "Get off my butt and actually publish this!"

In short: Give me them reviews dudes and dudettes! It's a real treat it when I get them! Just be sure to make it constructive if you're giving suggestions and fixes.

Oh and check back for updates to others parts, this is still currently in the works so things are still being developed and changed to make more sense.

So if I've seemed patronizing here, I'm sorry, I wrote this whole author's note on the fly. Overall though thank you all for taking the time to read this patchwork story I'm writing!