Smith knew he was awake. His eyes were wide open. He had opened and shut them about a dozen times to be sure. Still it was so dark that he could not see anything. He blinked harder, squinting to adjust to the darkness. Nothing.

"Where am I?"

He tried to think but his memory was blank. He tried again till his head began to hurt like hell. Like his brains were being pulled out of it. He gave that up and tried to move. His legs, his arms, his whole body felt numb, felt dead. Was he...

"Am I dead?"

As if in response to his question, blinding white lights hit his face from the ceiling above. He squirmed as he tried in vain to shield his face with his hand. In that moment, he saw that his hands and legs were bound in large manacles. The manacles were fastened to what looked like an operation table. He was lying bound on it face-up. He also noticed that on the same table, there was a steel tray that appeared to contain various surgical knives. A white towel gleaned on a dirty rack near the set. He scanned the room again. There was no air conditioner but it was cold.

"Hell would at least have fire," he thought as he tried his restraints again. The metal cuffs seemed to tighten the more.

"Oh f**k!"

The operating room stood in the middle of a large empty room. Its walls were mostly white except for little patches of grey where the paint had begun to wear off, revealing hard concrete. There was a wide glass window overlooking the table. The other side of it was definitely the observatory from where the suspect could be monitored and analysed.

"And I am that subject." The knowledge gave him no comfort.

The lights started flickering on and off, playing brilliant black and white colours on the walls like scenes from an old war movie. He swore again.

"I wish I'd died and not..."

"You will have your wish if you do not cooperate with me." Someone cut in. It was a male voice, middle-aged. There was an accent in his voice. The R was almost guttural. French or Eastern-European, Smith couldn't say. The man started walking towards him carrying something heavy. It was probably liquid judging from the splashing sound it made. Until then He hadn't known there was a door beside the glass window. The surprise unsettled him completely...


To Be Continued

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"You will tell me why you tried to kill him," he continued as he unpacked more of his apparatus.
"I, I don't...I don't know..."
" My name is Doctor Shona and It might interest you to know that I've been doing this for 20 years now," Smith could make out his profile now. He wore large gold-rimmed glasses. His neck was a little too long. Like he didn't get much food to eat. The white overalls hung loosely over his thin shoulders.
"That's what they all say at first but in the end, they tell it,they tell it all."
The corners of his mouth creased into a smile that made Smith shift in his shackles.
"I swear I don't know anything," Smith pleaded, "If I knew I'd tell you."
"Of course you will tell me, you will tell me what I want to hear." He replied coolly as he took a out two metal clips and plugged them to his toes.
"I have to tell you these metal clips are connected to an electricity source," Shona stood over him now, "When I flip on the switch you will feel indescribable pain, you will give almost anything to make it stop."
"Please I didn't kill anybody, I'm don't know anything, I'm innocent," Smith begged, his eyes following the doctor's hands.
Dr Shona turned on the switch.