Chapter 05: A Bitch To Kill

As I lay in the cell, trying to rub the pain out of my head, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. I tensed up, unsure of who or what was coming my way. The door creaked open, and there stood Selene, looking just as mysterious and alluring as she did at the concert.

"Hey there, sleeping beauty," she said with a sly smile. "How's the head?"

I glared at her, not in the mood for her jokes. "What the hell is going on? Why am I here?"

Selene shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, just a little experiment I'm conducting. Don't worry, it's nothing too serious. Just a bit of mind tempering, that's all."

I felt a chill run down my spine. "Mind tempering? What are you talking about?"

She walked over to me, her heels clicking on the stone floor. "You know, just a little bit of manipulation here and there. Nothing you need to concern yourself with."

I tried to stand up, but my body was still too weak. "I demand to be released. This is kidnapping!"

Selene laughed, a cold, heartless sound. "Kidnapping? Oh, darling, you have no idea what kidnapping is. This is just a little game I'm playing. And you're the star."

I felt a surge of anger rise within me, bubbling up and waiting to erupt. "I am not a toy for you to play with. Let me go, now." I growled, my voice daring and grungy.

Selene cocked her head, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "You know, I kind of like this side of you. So feisty. So brave. It makes me want to keep you here even longer. It will be fun breaking you, slowly."

I glared at her, feeling a mixture of fear and disgust. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Selene shrugged again. "Nothing, really. I just enjoy watching people suffer. It's my thing, you know?"

I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead. "You're insane. Completely insane."

Selene leaned in close, her breath hot on my ear. "Maybe I am." she licked my ear, I tried to move, but I suddenly found out that I couldn't. This bitch! Mind control?! I wasn't even feeling how she was doing it!

"But that doesn't change the fact that you're mine now," she whispered, leaning back as she continued. "And you'll do whatever I say, won't you?"

I shook my head, trying to resist her hold on me. "No. I won't be your puppet."

Selene's expression darkened. "You don't have a choice. You see, I've been keeping an eye on you for a while now. Watching your every move, analyzing your every thought. And I know everything there is to know about you. Your fears, your desires, your weaknesses."

I felt a wave of unease wash over me. "What are you saying?"

Selene smiled wickedly. "I'm saying that I know how to control you. And I'm going to use that to my advantage."

I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. "What do you want from me?"

Selene leaned in close, her eyes boring into mine. "I want you to be my accomplice. To help me with my little experiments. And if you refuse, well, let's just say that the consequences won't be pretty."

I felt a sense of dread wash over me. "What kind of experiments?"

Selene's smile widened. "Well, dear, your mother died, no? Your mind isn't really in the sanest state. This situation doesn't really help you much either, and neither would what I'm about to do to you. So, I suppose, you will awaken those mutant powers of yours."

I tried to pull away, but Selene's grip on me was too strong. "I don't want any part of your experiments. Let me go."

Selene's expression hardened. "I'm afraid that's not an option. You see, you never had a choice, darling. From the moment you were born to now, you were always a pawn."

What does this bitch even mean?!

"What do you mean?!"

Selene smiled, but didn't elaborate further.

***

Well, it happened exactly as you'd have imagined.

I got tortured by her. Milady.

As I lay there, groaning in pain, I couldn't help but think that this was like some twisted episode of Black Mirror. Or worse, a bad episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians.

But seriously, this Selene chick was nuts. I mean, who the hell just kidnaps people after kissing then goes on saying how they'd experiment on them to awaken some mutant powers? Did I even have those things? She must have been the lovechild of Dr. Frankenstein and Cruella de Vil.

The mind control thing? That was just some Jedi mind trick crap. I half-expected her to start waving her hand and saying, "These are not the droids you're looking for."

But despite the absurdity of it all, there was nothing funny about the situation I was in. I mean, I wasn't exactly having a great day to begin with. And now I was being held captive by a psycho with a fetish for human experimentation, and she just tortured me "mildly" as she put it herself.

It fucking hurt dammit. My fucked up mind wouldn't allow me to not joke about it, but it hurt like hell.

Hey, at least I could make some dark jokes about it. Like, "Why did the chicken cross the road? To get away from Selene's lab."

Or, "Why did the tomato turn red? Because it saw what Selene was doing to me."

Okay, maybe those weren't the best jokes. But cut me some slack, I was under a lot of stress. Who knows, maybe Selene would find my jokes so hilarious that she'd let me go. Or maybe she'd just kill me. Either way, I was screwed.

So, I did the only thing I could do in that situation. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and started mentally preparing myself for the worst. Who knows, maybe I'd get lucky and Selene would realize that she had the wrong person and let me go. Yeah, and maybe pigs could fly too.

***

[Time Skip]

Oh boy, where do I even start? Let's just say that my time with Selene was a real torture. And I don't mean it in a figurative sense. I'm talking about the real deal.

How long has it been…? weeks? Months? I was subjected to all sorts of unspeakable horrors.

She would start with a little electrocution here and there, just to get me in the mood. Then she would move on to some good old-fashioned waterboarding, which I must say, is quite refreshing. It really helps you appreciate the simple things in life, like breathing for example.

Let's not forget about the sensory deprivation shit she pulled from time to time, real kinky that slut, I tell you. Being locked up in a dark room for days on end really gives you a chance to reflect on your life choices. The constant exposure to loud, discordant sounds? It's like a free trip to a Metallica concert, minus the music.

But that's just the tip of the iceberg. There were the sleep deprivation sessions, the physical beatings, the psychological torture. I mean, I don't want to brag, but I was really starting to look like a human punching bag.

The worst part? Selene would always find new and inventive ways to break me. She was like a sadistic MacGyver, always coming up with new torture devices out of the most unlikely materials. At one point, she even used a feather duster to make me go insane. Don't ask me how, but it worked.

In the end, I don't know what was worse: the physical pain or the mental anguish. But one thing's for sure: I wouldn't recommend Selene's torture chamber to my worst enemy. Well, maybe my ex. But that's a different story.

***

I couldn't help myself. Selene was trying to break me, but I just kept cracking jokes. Every demand she made, every threat she issued, I mocked her and made sarcastic comments.

I knew I was playing with fire, but I couldn't resist the urge to tick her off. As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, I kept on joking, pushing Selene's buttons even more.

She tried to ignore me at first, hoping that I would eventually give in to her demands. But I was too stubborn and too determined to let her win. My jokes and humor seemed to only fuel my rebellious spirit.

Selene's frustration grew with each passing day, and her demeanor grew colder and more menacing. She threatened me with all sorts of punishments, but I just laughed it off.

"You know what they say, Selene," I quipped one day. "Laughter is the best medicine. I'm just trying to keep you healthy."

Her eyes narrowed dangerously. "You're playing with fire, darling. Keep it up, and you'll regret it."

But I just kept on joking, pushing her buttons and testing her patience. I knew I was walking a thin line, but I refused to let Selene break my spirit. Instead, I used humor as a weapon, hoping to undermine her power and regain my own freedom.

I joked about her looks, her personality, her every demand. Every time, Selene grew more and more furious. But I couldn't help it. It was like a reflex, a way to cope with the unbearable situation I was in.

In the end, Selene lost her cool and lashed out at me with all her might. But even as I writhed in pain, I couldn't help but laugh. I had won, in my own way. I had kept my spirit alive, and Selene had been powerless to break it.

***

The next day.

When Selene entered the room, I put on my best smile. "Hey there, Selene! How's my favorite psychopath doing today?"

She glared at me, clearly unamused. "You think you're funny, don't you?"

"Actually, I know I'm funny," I replied with a chuckle. "But what can I say? I'm somewhat of a comedian at heart."

Selene rolled her eyes, giving me a cold emotionless stare. "You're going to regret that attitude soon enough."

"Oh, I already regret a lot of things," I quipped. "Like not investing in Bitcoin when I had the chance. Or that one time I tried to cut my own hair."

No, seriously, I would invest in that in this life, maybe, if Selene didn't decide to do reverse raping and get herself some little chimichangas. Why not then? Because I would be busy buying milk, lots of it, so much they wouldn't even find me.

Selene scowled at me. "You think this is a joke?"

"Well, it's certainly not a sitcom," I replied with a grin, tasting the dried-up blood on my lips and tongue. "But if you're looking for a laugh track, I can provide the jokes."

Selene's eyes narrowed. "You're not as funny as you think you are."

"Hey, humor is subjective, babe," I shot back. "But I've got plenty of material. Like, have you heard the one about the cat who ran for mayor?"

Selene crossed her arms, clearly not amused. "I don't have time for this. You're going to cooperate with me, whether you like it or not."

"I'd love to cooperate," I said with a smile. "But unfortunately, I have a prior engagement with not being a lab rat."

Selene scowled. "You think you're so clever."

"Actually, I think I'm hilarious," I corrected with a grin, my eyes arching into a smile. "But I'll tell you what. If you let me go, I'll perform a stand-up routine just for you, private… oooh, kinky for real."

Selene rolled her eyes. "You're not going anywhere. And you're going to do whatever I say."

"Well, in that case, can I request a change of scenery?" I asked with a smirk. "This cell is starting to give me cabin fever."

Selene's expression darkened. "You don't get to make requests. You're here for my experiments, and that's final."

I leaned back against the wall, still smiling. "Well, in that case, I hope your experiments involve a lot of funny hats and wigs. Because if I'm going to be a lab rat, I want to look good doing it."

Selene let out an exasperated sigh. "You're impossible."

"That's what they tell me," I replied with a grin. "But hey, if you can't laugh at yourself, what's the point?"

Selene shook her head and turned to leave the room. "I'll be back later. And I suggest you start taking this seriously, if you know what's good for you."

I watched her go, still smiling to myself. Even in the face of torture and captivity, humor was my saving grace. And as long as I had my wit and my jokes, Selene could torture me all she wanted.

…Until I got out of here, because when I did. I would make goddamn sure that this bitch dies the most horrible death imaginable.

***