“Linger all you like, it won’t change much.” The laughter was cruel and without humanity. “I’ll just up the pressure.”
The grunt and groaned response carried meaning the Laugher understood well. He’d heard the kind before. This was nearing a fun time in the process.
“You wanted to undertake this journey.” The screamed response was almost endearing. A fond smile touched the man’s lips as he lingered, prolonging the immediate process enjoying watching the screamer break so prettily. The meaning behind the tears and sobs where a music to him. An instrument to play to his hearts content. The times he chose to look and use his eyes, it was like reading a novel and getting his favorite chapter, over and over again. Though with different protagonists/characters. He enjoyed being a reader of that story.
The screamer shook his body, quaking the bonds constraining him, repeating the motions again and again and again until all meaning was lost; though tears and pain were still there. The Man saw to that. And pleasure too. There was that too.
The pressure was immense to conform, to remain, to move, the no choices beyond of the man’s choosing. He saw to it the screamer had few options but obedience. The screamer need not think. The Laugher had to/no need of the screamer’s mind. That’s not what he liked to read.
Martin Write 