Madness in a Cadenza

[Kaze]

Suddenly the gloved hands grabbed his head, and proceeded to tie the final nail in the cross. Securely strapped on, Hall prepared once again to question his soon-to-be torturer. Pulling a small tube of rubber plastic from its pocket, it finally eyed Hall down. The black mask, eerily without a mouth, was finally visible. Raising a finger at the imaginary lips, signaling Hall to keep quiet, it forced the rubber tube in his mouth. Hall, not agreeing, was fighting against the inevitable, only armed with his mouth and tongue. Plugging his nose with one of its hand, he was forced to open his mouth to breathe.

"Mangez ça." She finally spoke, in a perfect Nevers accent. Female. The shock of the language and accent threw Hall off his deplorable fight. "After all.. We don't want to ruiner vos dents, oui?" As the tube was firmly gripped by a somewhat stunned Hall, the figure slapped his cheek slightly, like a playful jest. Next, a couple of earphones were produced from her pocket. Walking behind the divan, she got outside of Hall's sight, and without a word, the earphones were placed, without mercy, firmly in his ears. Once again, walking slowly and with an almost tempting sway of the hips, the figure showed up in front of Hall's sight, with a small device in her hand. She closed in, sniffing him once, like a predator smells prey. And the sound invaded his mind, as the figure disappeared once again from his sight.

The first few minutes were manageable. But the sound throbbed deeply in his head, each second more strainful than the last. And then, water. He thought he was imagining things at first. But no. A single drop started to fall on his forehead, from where, he couldn't say.

Drop.

Drop.

Drop.

Drop.

Drop.

Drop.

Drop.

Drop.

Drop.

Drop.

Drop.

Drop.

Drop.

Drop.

Drop.

Drop.

Drop.

Drop.

With each drop, the sound seemed to resonate in his mind even further. Cold sweats invaded his body. The sudden urge to puke transformed his whole body. Hours passed by. He could not form a coherent thought for more than a couple of seconds, as he tried to keep himself sane, biting the rubber with all his might. The sound invaded his very soul, nauseating him in a way that he thought it was impossible. And those drops. Now they hit like they were hammers, each one like a thundering roar in the middle of that darkness.

Suddenly, everything stopped.

The hands were there, once again. The pleasure Hall felt on feeling those hands. The sound stopped at last. The hammering of unforgiving water was shoved away by those beautiful hands. They removed the earphones and pulled the rubber tube from his mouth without ceremony.

"Alors.. How were these fifteen minutes?" The masked gaul voice echoed.

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