Not Cheap

I can't get enough... they revived me... gave me a breather... then shocked me again with twice as much voltage as the first time... when I came around, my private Swiss physician was examining the burn marks on my toes and fingertips... he strongly advised against continuing "therapy"...

 

"Do you know how much I'm paying for this?!?!" I exclaimed, showering him with colorful expletives... my penchant for verbal abuse knew no bounds... they took it, because the money was too good... an allegory may apt here... image you suddenly appear in a bare room with a round tabletop in the center holding a pile of millions of US dollars in bricks... the walls burst into flames and there's the door waiting... how long would you spend grabbing?... its touch and go, wouldn't you say so...

 

I like it hard... real hardcore... abuse, neglect, horror show... I don't stop when I begin crying... I never look away... I take the pain and whisper through gasping sobs, "gimme some gimme some gimme some more, ya..."

 

would the faint glimmer of a smile stealing across my pallid face be disconcerting here?... O, I do hope so.

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