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My body jolted to a stop, and I got so stiff, I had no doubts I was reaching my ultimate height as I stayed frozen in place.Thoughts were glitching, getting foggy and heavy as I blinked through the feeling.

“Wait-wait. Master?” My slave’s voice grew more worrisome. “Master, are you okay? Master, cover your ears.”

“Braddock! You come over here right now an open the fucking door!Right now!”

More pounding on metal. I could feel myself turning as I disappeared even more. The yanks on my arm did little to deter me from making it back to the door as the room faded and began to tunnel. I was swinging. Connecting. Swinging. And then I was reaching for the door. Opening it. Swinging at the pulls. Swinging.

Light.

Dark.

Light.

What was I doing again? Where was I going?

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Colors blurred, mixing and twisting with stringy wetness.With force. Screams engulfed my mind, drowning me in the deafening hollowness of violence. I could see a blur of a woman’s body, fading into fancy suits and expensive jewelry. I could hear chants and laughter. It wasn’t a new memory.

No….old. So old.

“You like a good history book. I want to tell you a story. Do you want to be a hero, Braddock Amell Pierce? I can make you anything I want. I can make you a God. I can make you the dirt I stomp under my heels. Let’s start a little adventure, Braddock. Let’s create it together.”

Something hot burned into my skin eating through me like acid. More laughter. My skin was tearing. Sweet little whispersand moans were level with my ear.“Hit her! Kill her! Do it for me. Tell me her life is mine.”

“It is. You know it is.”

“Mmmm. I knew you wanted me. Do you like what you see, Braddock? You do, don’t you. Tell me you do. Do as I say. Do everything I say. Watch me. Watch us.”

More pain. Present? Old? All I knew was darkness as the light fought to get in. What it revealed gave me no comfort. It didn’t make sense.

Coughing.

Coughing.

Screams.

Mine—hers.

Yelling.

“You’re coming back tomorrow. You want me as your doctor. Now, hit her again. Again! That’s right. Don’t stop until you finish it. When you’re done, you remember none of this. Nothing! See you first thing in the morning.”

If there was ever an inhuman sound, it left my face vibrating as it left me. And I knew it was me. I could feel my heart racing. Sound was beginning to register, even if I couldn’t quite decipher the magnitude of what I was hearing.

“Ma…ster.”

“Never.”

“Mmmm—ahhh!”

Stringy. Wet. Stringy.

It looped in my mind.