Chapter 7 - A New Life? - VII
"Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish..." The repetitive sound almost drove me mad.
"Holy shit... If I keep this up, I'm going to end up pulling my dick out," I muttered through my teeth, my hand working with desperate fury. Seven days in this hell. My arms begged for rest, the blood pulsing too hot in my veins. My whole body felt like it was short-circuiting, with crusts of dried blood sticking to my face - blood that gushed from my eyes, nose and ears. My penis was so sensitive that, even under the effect of that dense pink mist, any touch brought me back to consciousness, a stabbing pain running down my spine.
"I think I've cracked a fucking rib..." I gasped, reaching what must have been my twentieth orgasm just today. "This is pure insanity."
My head throbbed as if nails were being driven straight into my thalamus and prefrontal cortex. When the gas finally dissipated, I collapsed on the bed, exhausted.
"What a pigsty... Such filth," I muttered, looking around. But honestly, who cared? In the desperation for sanity, in the struggle for survival, you lose track of where you relieve yourself.
The floor, the walls, even my bed, which I had always been so careful to keep clean, were covered in a disgusting layer of dried semen, stained with the blood dripping from my face. It wasn't long before sleep overcame me.
"Haaaaa!" I woke up startled. My biological clock had already adjusted to the short breaks between sessions in the damn gas chamber. 'It's going to start in a few minutes,' I thought, feeling panic set in. In a leap, I ran to the tap, cupped my hands and took a sip of water.
'Even that fucking hurts'. I sat on the cold floor, cowering, mentally preparing myself for another round of that hell: desires running wild, the loss of reason, torture with my head stuck in the toilet and the inevitable self-flagellation.
"What the fuck?" I frowned, searching for the gas that normally flooded the room. The minutes dragged by and nothing happened. I got up and went back to bed. In that brief moment of peace, I noticed something that had gone unnoticed over the last few days: the semi-translucent wall separating the rooms, previously completely black, was transparent again.