A Tricky Treatment

"Right, before we continue. I think an explanation would be fitting." I say, not moving from the door into the clear torture chamber.

"You're going to get healed, of course." Treyah Tuldani responds as if he just answered an idiotic question.

"Are you?" I ask, looking intently at the torture chamber.

"Just come in and let's get this over with." Ergillaz orders, his impatience just getting worse.

I reluctantly enter the room, feeling like a sheep forced to the slaughterhouse.

"If you could willingly lay yourself on the table. That would be much appreciated." Treyah Tuldani says with his signature creepy smile.

"What would happen if I refuse?" I ask out of curiosity and fear.

The first sight doesn't respond as he simply laughs at my question. Seeing that I'm going to end up on this table one way or the other. I chose to simply abide by their demands.

I lay myself down on the cold and blood stained table. They immediately begin strapping me with these leather straps imbued with enchantments. They are so heavily enchanted, that it feels like a large boulder has been put upon me.

My wrists, neck, shoulder, head, legs, abdomen, and feet have all been properly strapped up. Making me unable to wiggle, let alone even move.

"I'm not going to lie, I didn't expect this for a "treatment"" I say out loud, not hiding my displeasure.

"All extensive treatments are operated here." Treyah Tuldani responds in a calm tone. Clearly not aware that this all looks rather suspect.

"Anyway, you 2 can come in now." He suddenly says, looking at the door.

Two robed priests enter at his command. One a short and old female imp that walks with a cane, and the other looks like a human who has lost his jawbone and right eye. They both give a simple greeting to their first sight and afterwards turn their attention towards me.

"These are both members of the council. They will assist with the process." Treyah says whilst rummaging through some knives.

"How does this treatment work exactly?" I ask, trying to hide my growing anxiety and budding panic.

"You'ill see."

"That doesn't answer the question"

"Anyway, before we start, if you manage to break free. We would appreciate it if you don't cause too much damage. Ergillaz is here just in case, but you never know. Secondly, the church is not accountable for any traumas or negative effect on the patient's health. Lastly, if you lose your sanity during the treatment, we will have no choice but to enslave you."

"…" I just glare at the man who uttered those words in absolute silence.

'What am I supposed to respond to that!' I think, still glaring at Treyah Tuldani hoping that my glare might just magically turn poisonous and kill him on the spot.

"I will take your silence as acknowledgement." Treyah Tuldani says curtly.

The 3 priest start moving around and taking various different weapons and other clear torture focused weapons out. I look around in a panicked state and try to make eye contact with Ergillaz. I manage to look at his eyes for a long-lasting few seconds before he turns around.

A stabbing pain penetrates the lefts side of my neck as the human looking priest injects a syringe there. A strange liquid substance flows through my veins, my breathing become sharper and my heart begins to pump at an unnatural speed. All my senses are heightened, and my nervous system feels strangely sensitive.

The small impish priest now comes over. Giving me a soothing smile as she pats my head, before stabbing me with a rusted knife next to my heart.

"AAAAAAAAAAAA!" I begin to scream because of the excruciating pain. The toxins of the knife making its way in my blood flow as my heightened senses make the whole experience even more horrifying.

"I believe it's appropriate to say that it will become easier." The human looking priest says as his puts his injured face uncomfortably close next to my eyes.

He dryly continues "working" as he pulls out a glass vial filled with some thick green liquid substance.

"But I'm afraid that would be false." He says before pouring this green substance in my eyes.

The substance starts to sizzle, actively trying to burn a way through my eyes and into my head. I scream like a madman at this unbearable pain that I've never felt before.

I feel another stab in my neck, from what I'm guessing is another syringe, as it injects another substance into my body. My regenerative abilities are desperately trying to heal the inflicted wounds but with all my nerves being on the verge of capitulation, it seems to struggle to actually make any effective progress.

"Stop, stop…please… STOP!" my whimpers often become raging commands, as all sense of logic and calmness have abandoned me.

The "treatment" simply continued as they ignore my alternating methods of trying to stop this hell. The straps that are meant to bind are becoming some sort of torture device themselves. Every time my body reacts to the inflicted pain, they tighten even more and have become so forceful that they've begun to dislocate the nearby bones and ligaments.

5 minutes

10 minutes

Thirty minutes pass by of this continuous torture. But finally they seem to have halted.

"Hahaha" A calm laughter filled with madness comes out of my mouth. My rationality long abandoned.

I try to look around, but my vision has become hazy. The burning liquid has left quite the mark, and my unfocused regenerative powers still have not managed to heal.

"Your dead… So fucking dead." I mutter in a growling tone.

"…"

"Come on then, you guys haven't gotten scared now, huh?"

"…"

"I'm waiting." I call out, towards my dear doctors. Just the image of me twisting their necks giving me the determination to make it out of this hell.

My calls are answer as a familiar stab plunges itself in my neck again. Another substance injected into my veins as this "treatment" continues.