Page 15 of Teddy Bear

-After you enter the trance state, I will tie you up with leather straps. Then, I would stimulate your senses and recreate the content of your visions with the masked man. I think that would help you to finally break free. All that is needed is for you to surrender completely to me.

I smile widely, keeping my eyes on Danny's face.

-Of course.

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I gaze at the pink, misty vault of the ceiling before me. I'm still in transition. With tingling impatience, I long to descend into the colorful, black hole of nothingness, this time, completely restrained and surrendered.

Leather straps tighten over my wrists. Danny's voice is calm and confident, the soft music playing in the background.

I'm lying on the grass completely naked. The day is fresh and cool, but I don't feel cold; on the contrary, my body is unusually warm.

I smell a strong, intoxicating scent of roses. I look around and realize that I am in the middle of a rose garden. Hundreds of pink, purple roses bloom around me, as far as I can see.

I've never seen anything like it.

I want to get up and take a better look at the magical field of roses in front of me, but I realize that my hands are bound to the grass I'm lying on.

In fact, I quickly realize that it is not the grass under my back, but a deep hole in the ground.

From the hole I'm in, I can see a pink sky above me that is sprinkled with millions of crystal stars. The bright and flickering light almost blinds my face.

Leather straps tighten over my ankles.

Now I am completely motionless in a deep hole in the ground. The smell of roses is strong, incredibly strong, and one pink petal is now on my stomach.

I watch it move to the rhythm of my breathing, tickling me slightly.

Danny runs a white goose feather over my belly button; he has lifted up most of my white hospital shirt, and my belly is now completely bare.

I try to blow the petal away with my pouty, dry lips, but I fail. The tickling sensation makes me move all over, but the space I'm in is unbearably cramped, and I don't manage to move my body even a millimeter.

Except for the violent and futile straining and contracting of my muscles, I remain rooted to the spot, riveted to the heavy earthy scent and the dizzying sight of the rose garden and the brilliant purple vault above me.

My view is endless, wide, even though I am at the very bottom. It seems to me that I can see the whole universe from here.

Even so, I am only a powerless observer, a speck in the entire cosmos of madness, chained to my deep and dead-end house of earth.

I realize that I am inside a grave.

A few more rose petals fall on my stomach. Three petals that now reside on the bare bulge of my navel. Actually, they are not petals, but small, crystalline, and cold snowflakes.

The snow begins to blow and bury my grave and my naked body in the ground. Snow frost is now all over my disheveled hair and eyelashes. My lips are turning blue and dry from the cold.

A blanket of snow is all over my blue-red skin.

Danny puts three ice cubes on my stomach, undresses me, and continues to slide the ice over my skin, starting from my belly button down my inner thighs to my feet. Then he returns to the navel, reaches the sternum, and goes over the neck, ending in the area between the jaw and the ear.

It's cold and hot at the same time; I've never felt anything like it. I wince at the coldness that makes my skin tingle, while at the same time strong rushes of heat spread down my groin.

Two rose petals fall with surgical precision on the hardened and raised, pink skin of my nipples, which become even harder and taut. In contact with the swollen, pulsating lumps, they turn into two wet, cold snowflakes with an intoxicating smell that makes my nipples tingle, and my groin tremble slightly.

Danny places two ice cubes on my nipples and then gently melts them over my warm skin.

I have the impression that my whole body is shaking, although I cannot be completely sure of that, considering that I am completely motionless and nailed to the floor.

Even though I am inside a deep grave, I feel some rather strange peace. I like the play of the changing seasons on my skin, and I like to enjoy my body's response; only hearing, only feeling, while the only thing visible before my eyes is the bright pink sky.