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“Where are we taking him?”he asks.
I pause to think.
“Mina, he’s heavy.You don’t even know where you’re taking him?”
“Give me a second, I’m narrowing it down.”
“Narrow faster.”
“Okay, okay, cell A.It’s the one right next door to our room.”
“Thank you.”
We lug Brian to cell A.Well, Gabe does all the actual lifting and lugging.I’m more like the person holding up the bride’s train as she walks down the aisle.It’s really more of an honorary position than an active role in lifting anything heavy.Though I do lift heavy in the gym… but notBrianheavy.
“Where?”Gabe asks.
“Ummm, let’s chain him to the pole in the center.”
“Are you sure it’ll hold him?For your safety…”
“I’m sure.It’s solid steel and concreted into the floor and ceiling.It’s not coming up.We can secure him with the manacles coming down from the ceiling and out of the floor.We can let the pole take his weight.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to use a different piece of furniture?”
To Gabe’s credit he doesn’t ask what my actual plans for Brian are.
I thought about the St.Andrew’s Cross, but that reminds me too much of Halloween and his request for punishment.I don’t want it to look too much like that night.And any of the furniture he’d have to lay on would make him feel far too vulnerable, which might close him off more.And that’s not the point here.
“I’m sure,” I say.
Gabe helps me secure him, then lingers in the doorway.
“You planning to watch the show?”I ask
“Are yousureabout this, Mina?”
“I mean, he saw me jabbing the syringe in his throat so it’s really not like I have any plausible deniability here or any general safety after making that choice.It’s safer to have him chained.”
“But you’ve got to let him go sometime.”
“I’ll take my chances.”
Gabe sighs.“Okay.Good luck.”
And then I’m alone and second guessing every choice I’ve made today.
3
BRIAN
Ifeel groggy as I wake up, and it takes me a moment to remember where I was and what I was doing.But soon enough it all comes back and crystallizes in my brain.Mina, the syringe, the sharp pinch in my throat, and then the world taking a nap.
“Mina!”I shout, rattling the chains.I’m beginning to regret just how sturdy I made them.
The dungeon is filled with candles.The bare bulbs in the ceiling I usually use when I’m in here are off.The bulbs give off a serial killer vibe, but I have to admit, there is an artistry in the candlelit dungeon—a sophisticated eeriness that is pure Mina.
I try to twist my body around to see her, but she’s either left me alone completely or she’s in my one blind spot.Would she really leave me chained up alone and unconscious with fucking fire?
