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Chapter 6: Jasper

I tightened my tie. It was being defiant. I pulled it tight around my neck, straightening it perfectly. It hung, completely still on my chest. I smiled at myself in the mirror, my teeth whiter than the walls. I winked at myself. Yes, I was narcissistic, and I was proud.

Erin was staring at me, her eyes wide. "Do you really have to do that every morning? There is a mirror in your office."

I smiled at her question. I was used to fixing my tie in the waiting room. It was a habit that I could not break. Besides, I wanted Erin to see me fix myself up. "Yes, Erin, I must. Does it make you nervous?"

"Don't push your luck, Dr. Whitlock. I'm taken, remember?" She grinned at me.

I huffed; she was taken. Engaged, actually. He was not anything to look at either. I walked over to her desk and leaned close to her face. "If your relationship ever changes to single, remember: I'm free." I flashed my pearly whites in her direction.

"Your charm does not work on me, Dr. Whitlock." Her blue eyes going into my soul. I felt myself get dizzy. I quickly looked at her red hair, trying to pull away from her stare. "I've worked for you for over five years. I'm used to it. You were charming in the beginning, but now, you're just a big flirt." She turned her head and looked at her computer screen.

I frowned, annoyed. I stood back up and headed towards my office. The door slammed shut behind me. Let Erin think whatever she wanted about that. I turned on my light and walked over to my desk. I sat down and instantly felt professional.

I looked at my wall of awards and degrees. My mouth stretched into a smile. I could not have been more proud of myself. Psychology was not everything that it was cracked up to be. It was a difficult profession, but I survived it. The years of college and training all paid off in the end.

My notebook and pen were sitting right in the middle of my desk. I picked them up, getting ready for my first client. I tapped the pen on the front of the notebook. I did not really want to work today. The more I worked, the more anxious I got. I needed a day off, but my one patient really needed me.

I huffed when I heard the building door open. Erin greeted him warmly. I could just see her face, smiling and happy. She was amazing, and I wanted her so badly. My body ached for her, and it killed me to know that she did not want me. I clicked my tongue on the roof of my mouth as I waited for the man to come in, impatient once more.

When my office door opened, I was greeted by the same face again. Drake was visiting me once a day for every weekday. I could tell anyone everything about Drake. He was a confused person, his life falling apart. His father left his mother when he was young, and then, his mother used to give him, in his words, really good sex. Then, his mother died, and he did not know what to do anymore. He met a girl and only wanted her for excellent sex. And as I expected, that relationship did not last.

He comes to me to get over his obsession. He wants someone exactly like his mother. He loved him mother, which really messed up my mind. This was the tenth day of our therapy, and so far, he was not doing too well. Every time I did an exercise with him, it somehow ended up leading to sex or his mother, neither of which I really wanted. I started to have nightmares about his childhood and teenage years.

Drake took a seat on the other side of my desk. He was wearing jeans with a simple shirt, except the shirt was from his teenage years. He never got rid of it. It was supposedly the shirt that his mother would wear when they had sex. I shivered when I saw him, but I put on a nice, simple smile.

"Hello, Drake. How are you this morning?" My voice was happy enough. It was not as happy as Erin's, but it would work.

Drake wound his hands together, holding them. "Good, I guess. I had another dream last night."

I groaned inside. These were the things that I had nightmares about. Drake had extremely naughty and wet dreams about his mother. She was usually standing in front of him, naked. Then, she slowly moved on top of him and rode him like a horse. "Was it the same, Drake?" I really did not want to know, but it was my job.

"This time, she wasn't naked. I had to take her clothes off. She blew me instead. It felt really good."

I huffed. "Drake, it's not supposed to feel good. She was your mother. That's incest, Drake, and you shouldn't like it. Do you understand that at all?" I was getting testy.

Drake's eyes popped. "Are you mad at me, Dr. Whitlock? I'm sorry, but I just can't help it." He hung his head.

I took in a deep breath but figured that it was not worth it. "Yes, I'm mad at you. I'm getting tired of hearing about your sex stories and dreams. She was your mother. I mean, jeez, can that get anymore wrong? You are fucked up in your mind, Drake."

That did it. Drake stood up and bolted out of the door. I groaned, knowing Erin would never let me live that down. I stood up as I heard the front door close. Erin immediately appeared in the doorway. Her face was mean and harsh.

"If I said I was sorry, would that fix everything?" I asked innocently.

"It's too late now. Drake really needed you, Jazz. What the hell?" I got turned on; I loved it when she called me Jazz. "You're crazy, you know? Why do I even work for you?"

I didn't answer. I was too busy looking at her. She had an amazing body, curvy and thin. Her breasts were little bumps on the top of her chest. Her legs were fine and long, and I wanted in between them. And Erin had everything right: I was not exactly professional or smart. I acted on instinct.

As I stared off into space, I overheard the television in the waiting room. The news was on, and they were talking about the Jigsaw Killer. I groaned; I was tired of hearing about him. I focused back on Erin and smiled slyly.

"You are crazy." She shook her head at me.

"But you love it." I winked at her, grinning my sideways smile.

I was extremely unobservant. I did not even see the man come up behind her. I did not even react when he stabbed a needle in her neck. Erin fell to the ground, her eyes shut and her legs rubber. She did not even have time to scream. I took a step back, my eyes on the man in all black. His face was harsh, and his eyes were black. He stepped over Erin and headed towards me. I ran into my desk and grabbed a pen. I had no idea what that was going to do to him.

I dodged out of the way when his hands reached for me. I ran into the chair that Drake sat in and fell on it. I threw the pen at him and missed drastically. I cursed, pissed off. I tried to get out of the chair, but I could not. The man stood above me, a needle in his hand. I held my hands in front of my face, hoping that he would not do anything. I felt the needle enter my arm. It was out as quickly as it was put in. I groaned and kicked him. He fell to his knees, and I got out of the chair. I ran over to Erin and knelt by her side. She still had a pulse, but she was unconscious. I tried to move again, but my eyes were shutting. I felt my body sway, and I fell on Erin, out cold.

I was in pain. My back was killing me, and I could not move my arms or legs. I instantly felt claustrophobic, and I could not see a damn thing. I groaned, wondering where the hell I was. I was never going to forgive that asshole. What happened to Erin? What happened to me?

I moved my fingers and felt something cold on my fingertips. I touched it again, and then, I flicked it. It made a hollow noise, sounding like plastic. I became even more confused. My feet felt like they were resting on the same thing. Then, without even seeing it, I knew where I was.

I was stuck in a damn box.

I huffed and hollered, "Hello? Hello!" The sound echoed in the little box and came back to me. I hung my head, knowing that no one would be able to hear me.

Then, as if someone wanted my thoughts to come true, a light came on. My theory was proven. I was stuck in a damn, plastic box. It was see-through, and it was no more than six or seven feet wide. I was standing in it, and my arms were stretched out to its sides. I was locked in position with wrist and ankle bracelets. I could not move a muscle.

I looked out of the box and could see absolutely nothing. Somehow, I could feel eyes on me. I did not want to worry myself anymore, so I started to look around the box. At the bottom, there seemed to be a hole. I could not see far out of the box, but there was tank that was hooked up to the hole. It was labeled with one word: Water.

Another light came on, and I felt my hands get sweaty. I was not exactly afraid of water, but it was not one of things that I enjoyed. When the light came on, I saw a person in a box just like me. She was shaking uncontrollably as her eyes fell on me. She was someone that I could never forget.

Suddenly, all of the lights came on, and a television was visible in front of me. The screen flickered, and a picture came on the screen. I clenched my jaw together, my teeth grinding. I recognized that puppet instantly.

"Hello, Doctor Jasper Whitlock. You're about to play a little game. You are a very prestigious psychiatrist in this area. Many people go to you to have their problems solved. Almost every person you seem to 'fix.' Almost every one.

"This girl to the left of you was a patient of yours. She had a particular fear that you found interesting. She was one of your first fear patients. She is a hydrophobiac. In other words, Jasper, she fears water. She came to you and put her life in your hands. You took advantage of her.

"You decided to take her to a lake one day. You told her that everything was going to be fine. She believed you. You gently put her in the water and ignored her screams of protest. You kept your hands on her, but she would not stop screaming.

"Then, without any cause or reason, you let her go. She floated there for a few seconds before she went under. You were so stunned that you did not do a thing. Thankfully, a camp lifeguard was there. He dove in and rescued her, something you would not dare to do. You are slightly fearful of water as well, Jasper. Now, you are going to see just how scary it is.

"The boxes are connected to a tank. In that tank is a large amount of water, enough water to fill up the tank." I heard the girl whimper and shake. "Above the tank is a hole. There is a drip rigged to that hole." I looked up; he was not lying. "Water will fall on your head, drip after drip after drip.

"One of you will survive; the other will die. Who will it be, Jasper?" The television blinked off, and I could finally breathe again.

I turned to look at Dana, the girl. "Take deep breaths, Dana! Don't let the water take you down!" I did not know if she coudl hear me, but it was worth a shot. Both of us would make it out.

Then, the water started to come in. First, the floor quickly filled with water; it was coming in at an alarming rate. I felt the cold on my feet, and the shiver went all the way up my spine. I felt the water start dripping on my head, the drips occurring at random moments.

That was when Dana screamed.

It was window-breaking, glass-shattering. Her tank was just as filled as mine, but she was a true hydrophobiac. The water was cold, and it was freaking her out. She would not stop screaming, and I was instantly brought back to the lake with her. I froze again. Dana was squirming in her box, her torso the only thing moving. There was sheer panic on her face. Her face was completely red from screaming and fear.

"Dana!" I yelled, "Calm down! You're going to kill yourself!" If she kept this up, she was going to die before the water even reached her neck.

Dana seemed to not hear me; she was too focused on the water. Her eyes were frantically looked at the rising water level. It was at our knees now. It was flowing in faster now, and it was extremely cold. The dripping on my head was not helping either; it was driving me mad. Dana, however, was not worried about it.

I started hyperventilating without even noticing it. I was not breathing quickly because of the water at my thighs now; I was focused on the dripping water. It was so random and uneven. It occurred anytime, and it was driving me crazy. I looked up occasionally, but I could not see the drops of water; it was too high up.

Dana screamed again, this time because of the water drops. I looked over at her, my teeth chattering. The water was up to our waists now, and Dana's face was beet red. She screamed, her yell muffled, "Make the damn drops stop!" She was shivering and shaking her head back and forth.

I could not speak anymore; I was frozen. The water was up to the middle of my chest. My body was trying to stay warm, but I could not manage it. I chattered but took deep breaths, calming myself. Dana was not calm at all. She was still screaming as the water passed her breasts. And then, the worst happened.

Blood appeared in the water. It instantly turned pink. Dana's face turned into horror, and her eyes went over to me. She popped a vein in her head, and blood was running down her face. She stared at me for the longest time. Then, her head fell and hung. The water took over her head, and her body was in water.

I shivered again, the water at my neck. I looked away and felt my ankles unlock and my wrists. The water was at my chin when the plastic broke. The water rushed out of the box, pulling it with me. I finally rested on the cold concrete, shivering. I hugged myself, trying to warm up. I looked over at Dana. I could barely see her; the water was almost blood red.

The television blinked on, and I was face-to-face with the puppet again. "Congratulations, Jasper. Walk towards the door, or the metal bands will explode on your wrists and ankles. Continue forward." A metal door in front of me opened, darkness only visible through it. I stood up, shaking. I had no other choice. Against my better judgment, I walked forward into the door.