The Evil Dr. Constance: Part 1
Steel and Concrete
The space was about 8’ by 8’. It was just enough space for a bunk and a commode and a small wash basin. Two sides were concrete blocks forming an L shape and the other two sides were steel bars. The commode and basin were stainless steel and the bunk was solid steel attached to one concrete block wall with steel chains running from the outer edge of the bunk to the same wall near the ceiling. The bunk was covered with a plasticized mattress about 3” thick. There were no pictures. There were no windows directly visible. Even so, the overhead lights were bright on Bill’s eyes.
Across the passageway to the left was another concrete block wall. Directly in front of the cell was another cell of similar shape and size at the end of a long row of such cells. That cell was empty as were the other cells in that row. Sounds came, however, from the right indicating that some unseen guests were occupying cells further down the passageway to the left. Two cameras moved automatically back and forth scanning the cells.
It was cold and dank. Perhaps it was not naturally cold so much as the fact that Bill was sitting on the plastic mattress, naked as the day he was born. He could not explain how he had arrived here. He recalled being pulled over for some traffic violation which he could not recall committing or even being charged with. But the last thing he did recall was that he had been stopped along a dark rural road by two very large, but gorgeous policewomen.
Bill remembered beginning to speak to the woman who approached his driver-side door, and then he smelled something acrid and things turned black. Truly, there was nothing else. Bill was a successful attorney and so he knew his rights. But there was simply no one to whom he could state his case. Other than a few rustling sounds of movement the entire place was quiet.
Bill felt dejected and significantly depressed. Other than that and feeling cold, there was nothing. But there was. Of a sudden Bill realized that his right shoulder blade burned. He tried to reach it to feel what was burning, but could not quite reach it with his fingertips. So, he stood up and turned so that he could see it in the steel mirror over the basin. And what he saw shocked him out of his malaise.
In one-inch lettering he read “M-319” in a dark blue sanserif font. Stunned he began to cough. As his coughing became controllable, he then said aloud his first words. “Hello?!? Where am I?”
“Shhh!” he heard whispered from his right.
“Hey, what do you mean?” Bill asked.
“Be quiet,” the voice whispered. “They’ll hear you!”
“Who will hear me?” Bill asked. And in answer a disembodied female voice from a speaker Bill had not seen said, “You will be quiet, or you will face the consequences.”
Bill responded, “I will not be quiet. I have rights. Why are you holding me naked in a cell?” There was no answer.
“Now you’ve done it,” the whisper returned. And Bill heard a large heavy metal door creak open and slam shut giving echo across the building. Heavy booted footsteps approached from the right and Bill began to fear indeed. But he screwed up his courage and moved to the bars to see who was coming, one hand covering his genitals and the other holding onto an upright bar.
Then he saw the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen to that point come around the concrete wall. She towered over Bill’s 5’8” height. She was at least 205 pounds of well-proportioned female in a tight fitting blue uniform with 6” high-heel boots. Together with her boots she was at least 6’8” tall. And she carried a taser in her hand, which she immediately triggered at Bill’s lower midsection striking him just about his covering hand.
Bill went down like a sack of flour and lay on the floor twitching and groaning. The guard stood over him and waited. Finally, as the twitching subsided, she said, “next time do not talk. If we want you to talk we will ask you a question.”
Bill could only groan in reply. But the guard waited patiently.
Finally, Bill slowly groaned, “I have ri . . . .” And before he could finish the three words the taser fired again and caught Bill on his exposed ass as he lay on the floor in a fetal position.
And the spasms were even more pronounced this time. Bill jerked violently back and forth. He would have regurgitated had he anything in his stomach to throw up.
As Bill once again began to recover, the guard said, “You will notice that I did not ask you a question. Rule number 1 of many is that you do not speak unless you are asked a question and then you may ONLY answer the question. We are not interested in your opinions or your thoughts.”
And with that she turned on the whispering voice and fired once more. Bill could hear the sound of the body falling and hitting the floor. But there were no other sounds. And without pausing to assess the second victim, the sounds of boots on the concrete floor receded until Bill heard the door once again open and slam shut.
Eventually, Bill recovered enough to crawl back to the bunk and lay down on it. A few seconds later, he passed out.
Bill slept, if it can be called that, fitfully during the night. There was little change in the lighting from day to night, and so it was very difficult to judge time. But eventually, the sound of a wheeled cart of some kind could be heard coming through the door. Then there was the sound of metal trays sliding across concrete and spoons and cups being used.
Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity given the level of Bill’s hunger, the cart arrived and Bill saw a beautiful young woman dressed solely in a brief T-back panty sliding a tray under his door. The tray contained a small but healthful breakfast of eggs, fruit, milk and whole grain toast. Bill assumed from the food that it was morning. And he ate ravenously.
As Bill was finishing his breakfast he began to hear the sound of trays on concrete once again. He also heard the cart moving his way, and then saw the young woman appear to take his tray. Quickly Bill slid it under the door at her motioning. And she was gone.
All was once again quiet.
Bill began to pace his cell, wondering if the quiet and his captivity would ever end. Back and forth he paced, oblivious to the movement of the cameras following him. Clearly, someone was studying X-319 whether he was aware of it or not…
Check back soon for Part II of this amazing story!
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