Suddenly her right hand pulled the knife from the bread and slashed toward her left. The blade never reached her flesh. But it came close, stopping within an inch or two of her arm.
"Well, well! Spirited, aren't we? You caught me by surprise there. But it won't happen again."
I hate you! I'd rather die than live like this!
"You think being a passenger in your own body or a little autoeroticism in the back of a cab is the worst that could happen to you? You're wrong, my dear. I've been kind to you. I've allowed you to keep in touch with the world through your senses. But I don't have to do that. I can cut them off."
Go ahead. I don't care.
"Really? We'll see. Say good-bye to smell and taste."
The odor of the bread was gone but other than that, Kara didn't notice much difference.
"Now… sound."
Silence such as Kara had never imagined possible— even the subliminal rush of blood through her arteries was gone. Only the voice remained.
"Now sight."
Darkness engulfed her. Darkness so profound its impact was almost a physical blow. More than an absence of light. A darkness that had never known light.
"Frightening, isn't it? But tolerable because you still have your senses of touch and proprioception. You can still feel the air against your skin, your feet on the floor; you still know up from down. But not for long."
I'm not afraid.
"You should be. You are about to experience true, complete sensory deprivation. I used it to punish Lazlo when he was naughty, and he dreaded it. I will use it to punish you, as well. And if you do not prove to be a pleasant companion, I shall leave you in the deprivation state permanently."
Huddled in the vast empty darkness, Kara was terrified but refused to let him know.
Do your worst.
"Very well. Your first punishment will be brief, but it will seem eternal. Good bye."
Suddenly the floor went out from under her. She was tumbling, racing into & silent black infinity. All points of references were gone. There was no up or down or near or far. She was exploding and contracting in cycles. If only she could stop this endless falling, but there was nothing to hold onto. Everything was gone.
She hadn't realized it would be like this. Never in her darkest imaginings had she encountered terror like this. There was nothing here! Nothing! He had to let her out, let her back into the world!
She screamed but there was no sound. Only the endless fall into the eternal silent darkness.
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As you cut another slice from the rye loaf, you notice that your hand is trembling. That was close. Too close. She has an extremely powerful will, this one. Much stronger than Lazlo's. She broke through your motor restraints. You will have to keep her tightly reined. No telling what she might do if she gets loose.
Thus the punishment. And let her think that you can keep her in sensory deprivation permanently should you so choose. Don't let her know that it is an effort for you, that you can only keep her deprived so long, and then you must let her up. Let her think you release her out of beneficence instead of necessity. That should help keep her in line.
Oh, Lazlo. If only he were alive. It was so much easier with him. He could be dominated, trained to behave. You knew just what to expect from Lazlo.
Although on rare occasions he did manage to surprise you. That note to Kara on the back of the electric bill. It had infuriated you that he had dared to interfere, yet you had to grant him a grudging accolade for his craftiness.
And you punished him severely, of course. Just as you are punishing Kara now.
As you eat, you remember that you must check and make sure that Wheatley has followed the terms of the will as to the burial of Lazlo's body. You don't want your brother lying in the morgue any longer than necessary.
You finish your toast and coffee and wipe the crumbs from the dining room table. It is time to welcome Kara back to the world of the senses.
"Hello, Kara."
There is a long pause. Finally, her voice comes to you. It is small and weak.
Please don't ever do that to me again!
"The choice is up to you, my dear. You merely have to be civil company and we shall both live in peace. Right now, however, it is time to go."
It's too early to go to Ellen's.
"Correct. We are first stopping at the office of the late, lamented Lawrence Gates, M.D."
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The office is empty of life except for the fish in the tank. You feed them. Eventually you'll move them to your house. You don't want them to die.
You notice that your desk drawer is open. Someone has been searching your office. Detective Harris, no doubt. You check the file room and see that the cabinets remain closed and locked. You glance into the padded cell.
What's that.
Her voice is stronger now. You flip on the light to show her.
"That, my dear, is a place where you will be penned from time to time. During those periods, your body will be totally yours again."
Where will you be?
"Sometimes in my own body—find it remains in better health if I return to it once in a while—but most times I will be using someone else's body. Variety, you see, is the spice of life."
Is this where you left Lazlo when you took me over at night?
"Exactly. Lazlo, you see, developed a nasty habit of injuring himself when I left him locked in a normally furnished room. He did it to embarrass me, so that I would have a black eye or a swollen lip when I returned to take control of him again."
Good for Lazlo!
"I thought you'd appreciate that. As a result of his persistence in these pranks, and the fear that he might one day do permanent damage to himself, I had this padded cell installed here. I would have loved to have had a similar cell installed in the house, but after seeing all the talk and consternation caused by this one, even though it was in a psychiatrist's office, I decided against it. I have striven always to maintain a low profile. Here. Let me show you how it works."
You close the door and push the "LOCK" button.
"There. We're locked in. To get us out, all I have to do is tap in the combination."
You blank out Kara's vision to do this.
No! Please!
"Don't worry, my dear. Only your sight and only for a few seconds. Letting you see the combination would defeat the purpose of having a lock, now, wouldn't it?"
You allow her to see again as the door swings open.
"And don't try to memorize the movements of my hands. I change the combination periodically."
If Lazlo was locked in here, who sent me that note ?
"Lazlo, of course. A most ingenious prank, I must say. Although perhaps I was a bit lax with him. When I locked him in here one night while visiting you, I forgot I had three or four bills in stamped, addressed envelopes in the pocket of my sport coat. He had a pencil hidden somewhere, so he opened the electric bill and wrote to you on its back; then he readdressed the envelope and stuck it back with the others. I dropped the lot of them into the mailbox the next day, never realizing what he had done. He was quite a character. I'm going to miss him."
Did you… punish him?
"Of course. Severely! You had only a taste of the punishment. I cut Lazlo off for an entire day. So don't try anything like it."
Kara says nothing. You wonder about her. You hope she will become compliant. You're not paired with her permanently, but it will be some time before you can arrange to transfer all your assets to someone else. You are stuck with her for now. You must convince her to be a good little girl.
"And now we go to your aunt's."
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The arrival at Ellen's went far more smoothly than Kara had anticipated. Which only deepened her depression.
Lucia, the cook, let her in on the first knock.