Your Oratory

She woke up under a glass top dining table

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. How long had she been in this strange position? She had been unconscious for hours and she was completely disoriented and groggy. She turned her head to the wall and the pain was excruciating. Memories began to come back. They were very frightening. Someone had hit her and he had dragged her to this place where she was becoming conscious. She was walking along a tree-lined street near her house when a man approached her and spoke as though he knew her. After he passed her she received the heavy blow from behind.  Now she was in this gray place tied to a table. She became aware of footsteps nearby and a soft feminine voice asked her “are you happy?” She tried to see this person but couldn’t turn her head. She didn’t answer. The question frightened her more. Other memories began to creep into her consciousness.

She was lying on a glass dining table

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and gradually regaining consciousness. A voice came close. “I know you. I’ve been watching you for a long time.”

“Who are you?”

The woman approached close to her head and said, “This is where I do my dissections.” She screamed when the woman moved alongside her. It wasn’t a woman. It was the man who had spoken to her on the street. He had a weird, soft creepy voice.

“Can you untie me?”

“I don’t want you to be comfortable,” he whispered. “I will begin my experiments soon and I need to have your body in a state of extreme tension. I have watched you for so long and now I have you here with me. I am very happy.”

“Please let me go and I can pay you a lot of money.”

“Money means nothing to me. It is my scientific work that is everything.  Sorry, dear.”