The seating plan had changed once again. Ryan sat across from Charly once again. Michael to the side of them. They locked eyes but were careful not to show emotion.
Ryan could feel him, Dr Kirkland. He was stood immediately behind him; he could almost feel his breath against the back of his neck. His gaze fixed on Charly. Her own gaze flickering between his own and the doctor.
It was Dr Kirkland's turn to lead the session.
Dr Jameson and Dr Williams stood to the side observing the session, ready to take notes.
'Ready the hook.' Dr Kirkland motioned towards the nurse who crossed the room behind Michael. Pulling a level, a hook lowered from the ceiling above their heads. Ryan and Michael looked cautiously at it. This was not something they had experienced before. Charly however, she was very aware of what was to come.
'Michael. It appears you have been lucky thus far in avoiding anything in the last few days. It would reflect badly on us if it appeared you were being favoured.'
The usual smug look Michael dropped. Two male nurses came either side of him attaching his shackled hands together. They struggled to stand him towards the hook, needing on other to assist them. Charly and Ryan watched, and Michael showed his strength, almost overpowering the three men before they ultimately hung his wrist shackles to the hook.
Dr Williams averted his gaze from them in embarrassment. It raised questions to Ryan, what were the purposes of these experiments. To make them as cold and emotionless as possible? Any type of emotion seemed to fail in the minds of the doctors. Ryan gazed in Charly's direction once more, her gaze fixed on his once more. No emotion, but it seemed as if she was trying to communicate with him once more. He wondered what she was thinking behind those eyes.
She was surprised at the strength of Michael. She could see the disappointment in Dr Kirkland's face as he watched the struggle. The hook was his speciality. He would hang her there regularly, gaining more access to her entire body for the torture he bestowed.
Her eyes drifted towards Ryan again, she couldn't help herself but stare at him. His gaze met her own at that moment. Behind his messy hair he had such handsome features, a paleness, with a broad jaw and bright blue eyes. She felt mesmerized by him.
She wished she could communicate with him, without words. If they could read each other's thoughts what would his be? She wondered if he was as interested in her as she was with him.
Michael continued with his fight; his arms were shackled but his legs were left free. Though they were shackled together he could still do some damage. He had managed to kick out, knocking over two of the nurses as the last one continued to grip hold of him.
Michael swung himself forward, successfully unhooking himself. There was a stillness in the room. Everyone looked towards him. The nurse holding onto him from behind took a step backwards. There weren't enough people in here to deal with Michael in an angry state.
'Michael calm down!' Dr Williams took a step forward raising his arms to try and calm him down, his expression wore dangerously anxious.
'Like fuck I will! I'm done with this shit!' Michael swung his bound arms up, he used all of his strength and weight as he ran into the lone standing nurse, knocking them into a back wall. He swung his head down, crashing into the man's forehead, an audible crack was heard.
He turned his attention on Dr Kirkland. Who was taking a tentative step back. Dr Williams stood forward, in front of Dr Kirkland. Michael crouched down into a running position, as much as his bound body would allow. He ran forward at great speed considering his size and knocked into Dr Williams, running through, and taking out Dr Kirkland as he did so. They both lay on the floor disorientated.
Dr Jameson had taken a step forward now. A manic smile on her face. 'Interesting… I wonder… Michael darling!' She raised an arm to get his attention.
Michael, Charly, and Ryan all looked in her direction. Ryan watching anxiously.
'Would you fancy a game?' Dr Jameson giggled, licking her lips as she did so.
Michael stopped, looking at her curiously. Dr Williams on the floor got to his knees, 'Jane don't be ridiculous call the panic button!'
Charly watched as the scenario played out. Jane must have been her first name… she looked at Dr Kirkland who watched Jane Jameson angrily.
'Why? This is Michael's session after all? Why not let Michael decide how he wants to end it. Michael. Would you prefer I pressed the panic button on the wall behind me? I'd get to it before you'd get to me, and the room would be sealed. Or… lets play a game. Use your strength and energy in a fight. Your choice. You can pick either Charly… or Ryan to fight with. So, which is it? Fight or button?'
There was a low laugh from Michael as he licked his lips. His gaze fell on Charly and lingered, before turning towards Ryan who gazed back at him darkly.
'Hard choice. As much as I would love to taste young blondie over here, I can wait for that reward…' The two male doctors stood behind Michael as he spoke. 'I choose Ryan.' He laughed manically and darkly in Ryan's direction. A laugh matching his came from Dr Jameson as she bent close to Ryan's ear.
'Put on a good show now Ry-Ry.'