The Island

Association Branch in New York City, NY

Jeanette was pushed through a series of doors, all metal and heavy like the ones she was previously pushed through, until they came to a pitch black room. She was temporarily blinded, until a light was flicked on, and she waited for her eyes to adjust. A glass cage was in the middle of a large room, it was clear why they called this the Island. The cage was suspended above the rest of the room, and the only lights were above it. The man called Waterbird picked her up, and against all of her struggles he walked up a ladder onto what resembled a cat walk above a stage, and roughly threw her in the glass cage. Jeanette let out a loud yelp, and when she landed on the bottom of the cage, she was cut. She yelped again, inspecting her hands, but there was no blood, nothing there, except pain. She moved into a sitting position, but every time she touched the glass, even through her clothes she felt a million tiny cuts. She couldn't help the tears rolling down her face now, and she tried to stand up, her hands and feet feeling the microscopic cuts. It felt like when one's foot fell asleep magnified by twelve thousand. She wasn't sure what this was, and confusion made her brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear. But as her hand reached her face, she felt the cuts and the pain transfer to her cheek. Instinctively, her other hand automatically came up to shield it, and instant pain radiated through her cheek. She started screaming. Obviously, all the torture rooms were completely soundproof as to not interrupt the people doing their jobs, with foam in the walls and dirt in between the walls. However, the metal lining on the inside of the room made her screams echo, seeming so much louder than they actually were, and meeting a scream with a scream.

The Island is one of my favorite torture rooms. Diamond dust coated the cage and was embedded in the skin, causing microscopic, sharp cuts. It was the easiest torture, too, for the person doing the torturing was the person being tortured. I was on the review committee for when it was introduced, and it was an automatic hit with everyone. It placed second that year, only to the major improvements to the head clamp. It was a shame I wouldn't be able to watch Jeanette's face as she realized she wouldn't be able to make one movement without immense pain.