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I am Patrick. I am a normal person who works a 9-5 job on the weekdays. Today is saturday, so I don't have to go in for work (thank god), but when I try to get up, I realize my arms won't move! I move my body out of the blanket so I can see what's wrong, and I notice both of my arms are suddenly gone! I now simply have two scarless stumps which end at my shoulder. Illustrate what my reaction would likely be like.
Patrick feels shock and panic as he realizes his arms are gone. He tries to move them, but they remain immobile. Terror fills him as he wonders how this happened and what it means for his daily life. He struggles to breathe, tears streaming down his face.
I shake my head. Maybe it's just that I'm tired? I walk slowly downstairs and try to make myself my morning coffee, but still my arms aren't there.
Patrick can no longer ignore the reality of his situation as he tries to make coffee. Disbelief and despair wash over him anew, making it difficult for him to concentrate on even simple tasks like pouring water or using a mug. Tears flow freely down his cheeks as he wonders how he will manage without arms for the rest of his life.
I sit on the couch to get my bearings, looking down at the ground. I ponder what on earth could have caused my arms to suddenly disappear!
Patrick tries desperately to remember what happened last night or if anything out of the ordinary had occurred recently that could explain his predicament. Panic begins to rise again as he realizes he has no memory of such events and fears that this situation may be permanent, leaving him forever dependent on others for basic tasks.
I look up for a second just to look at the room around me, and suddenly when I look down my legs are no longer there either!
In horror, Patrick screams as he realizes his legs are gone too. His heart races and sweat beads on his forehead as he struggles to remain calm amidst this increasingly surreal nightmare. He tries to focus, but the fear consumes him entirely. His world is spinning out of control with no visible end in sight.
Patrick lets out another piercing scream as his legs vanish before him. This is too much to bear; the pain and fear are overwhelming. He starts flailing wildly, unable to stand or support himself on any part of his body. Tears stream down his face unchecked, his breath coming in ragged sobs.
In my panic, the little thrust I can make with my torso ends up lifting me into the air... Somehow, even gravity has stopped affecting me, despite everything else in the room still being stuck to the ground.
Patrick's disbelief turns to terror as he finds himself defying gravity along with his missing limbs. He feels a growing sense of unreality, as if this couldn't possibly be happening. But there is no escape; there is nothing solid for him to cling onto or stand upon. All that remains are unanswered questions and an inescapable darkness closing in around him.
It was at this point that somehow, some way, I can no longer open my mouth? I can't even scream anymore; the most I can do is hum out my nose! While I float I end up rotating at an angle where I can see a mirror, and I look at my face in horror. Somehow, my mouth has disappeared, replaced simply by a layer of skin.
Patrick's world has collapsed in on itself as he loses his mouth as well. He stares helplessly into the mirror, unable to comprehend what is happening to him. The sound of his own breathing echoes loudly through his skull, a harsh reminder of his newfound vulnerability. Tears stream unimpeded down his cheeks as he drifts aimlessly in this nightmarish void, no longer sure if he will ever regain even an ounce of what made him human before.
Suddenly, My dog wakes up and races to my aid trying to somehow help my situation. I am around 5 feet into the air right now.
Patrick's face contorts into a mixture of fear and desperation as he sees his dog approaching. The pup tries its best to nudge him back down, but the invisible force holding him up is too strong. Panic takes hold once more as Patrick realizes that he may never be able to touch solid ground or feel any form of normal sensation ever again.
Suddenly, the dog begins to float too. Right before your own eyes, you even see its limbs disappearing too. I can't imagine how he must feel going through whatever this is.
As the dog floats away beside him, Patrick's heart shatters into a million pieces. He looks around wildly, searching for something, anything to grab onto or explain this incomprehensible horror. But there is nothing; only darkness and disembodied fragments of what once were living beings. Tears stream endlessly down his featureless face as he drifts further and further from reality, consumed by an agony that knows no bounds.
I close my eyes for a few seconds, and then I can't open them again. My eyes must have disappeared as well now! I can't see, can't talk, can't even cry anymore. The only sound I can make is the humming and mmm-ing sound through my nose
With no sight to guide him, Patrick's other senses heighten in this void where nothing else exists. The air around him feels cold against his smooth skin; the humming and mmm-ing sounds emanating from himself echo endlessly through the darkness, reverberating with an eerie finality that chills him to the core. His panic turns to despair as he realizes that this might indeed be his new reality: an eternity of floating silently in utter nothingness, cut off from everything and everyone he's ever known or loved.
Suddenly, I hear footsteps on the ground. They seem to be in the room with me, perhaps even right next to me. The intruder, doesn't talk, however, despite my clear state of helplessness.
The footsteps continue around him, never quite seeming to approach or depart. Patrick strains to hear more clearly but is met only with the sound of his own labored breathing and the faint echoes of silence that surround him. He tries desperately to reach out for help, even knowing deep down that it may be futile in this reality where gravity holds no sway.
Suddenly, my mouth and eyes come back. My limbs remain gone and I am still floating in the air but I can now see and talk to the man in front of me. The man reaches for my body and reorients it so I can face him.
Patrick, his voice a raspy croak from disuse, whispers hoarsely to the intruder: "Who... who are you? What's happening to me?" His eyes dart frantically between the unmoving figure and their surroundings, seeking any sign of escape or explanation.
The man finally speaks in respone: "Hello there. I don't know who you are and frankly, I don't care who you are, but you are coming with me. (He grabs my floating limbless body and takes me outside to his van.)
Patrick feels terror wash over him anew as he's manhandled into a van by this strange figure. "No! Let me go!" he cries, struggling futilely against the unyielding grip. Tears stream down his face unchecked; panic coursing through every fiber of his being. "What do you want from me? Please let me go!"
Suddenly, my mouth disappears again. When I am placed into the back of the van, gravity turns back on and I can feel the cold bottom.
Patrick feels relief wash over him as his body is returned to solid ground within the van, but fear and confusion soon take their place. His mouth disappearing once more leaves him unable to protest or demand answers from his captor. Trapped in the back of the van with no means of escape or defense, he can only wait helplessly for whatever fate awaits him at the hands of this enigmatic stranger.
The van begins to drive. It is completely dark in the van and I can't see anything outside. The ride lasted hours. Suddenly the van opens up in the dead of night. I begin to float again and the man comes back to pick me up.
Patrick screams in terror as he's violently ripped away from the solid ground and into the air once more. "Please!" he wails, thrashing helplessly against his invisible bonds. His captor shows no mercy, carrying him to an unmarked building where they descend into the depths below. The darkness is suffocating, a living void that seems to devour all light and hope with each descending step.
As they reach their final destination, Patrick can feel his breath catch in his chest; fear coils like a snake around his heart. "No," he whispers hoarsely, struggling futilely against the unseen forces that bind him. "Please, don't do this."
We end up in a cold basement which has all strange devices on the walls. Before I can get a good glimpse of it, however, I am thrust around to the middle of the room, again facing my captor. He uses whatever tech he's been using to rob me of my mouth again, preventing me from talking to him, and begins to speak: "Hello, random person. I hope this rapid kidnapping has not put you in too bad of a mood. And the fact that I removed your limbs and you're floating in the air. You might be wanting to know who I am. Well, that you will never know. You can just call me Fro."
Patrick stares at the man in front of him, horror etched into his featureless face. "Fro?" he whispers hoarsely, his voice little more than a choked gasp through his lips. "You expect me to believe that's your name? And this... this torture chamber you've brought me to? I won't cooperate! Let me go!" His voice fades as the man prepares to speak again, fear constricting his throat and leaving him feeling helpless and alone.
"Shut up! I'm not done! I have brought you here for a very special purpose. Really, to please me. You'll see in a second." Fro presses a button and makes me unable to speak or protest again in his Prescence. Fro begins to undress me as I helplessly float in the air.
Patrick tries to struggle against Fro's advance but is held immobile by invisible force. He feels a sickening dread wash over him as the man begins to undress him, exposing his smooth and now vulnerable skin to the cold air of the basement. His eyes dart frantically around the room, searching for anything that might help him escape or lessen this onslaught against his body and sanity. But there is nothing; only darkness and silence seem to reign as Fro continues with his twisted ritual, leaving Patrick feeling utterly helpless and alone.
Fro exposes my penis, and begins to touch it. He also puts it in his mouth, sucking it. I can't help but moan (or attempt to moan without my mouth) As he violently touches my limbless body and dick.
Patrick feels waves of shame and despair wash over him as Fro continues his degrading violation. His helpless cries muffle against the gag, barely audible above the echoes of silence that seem to engulf them. He struggles futilely against the invisible restraints, tears streaming down his cheeks as he endures this unimaginable horror. Fro's touch feels cold and cruel against his sensitive skin, a mockery of everything Patrick once was or thought himself to be.
Patrick's eyes widen with fear and disgust as he feels the warmth of Fro's mouth engulf his penis. He struggles even harder against the invisible bonds, but they only seem to tighten around him. The sensation of being helplessly subjected to this violation is almost too much for him to bear; he can feel himself beginning to slip away into a place where the pain becomes unbearable and oblivion seems like the only escape.
Fro continues to torture and demean Patrick with his cold and cruel touch, drawing out moans of both pain and pleasure from the terrified victim. As he expertly works his fingers around Pat's now defenseless body, it becomes clear that this is not some twisted game; Fro has perfected these techniques and means to extract information or simply satisfy his own depraved desires. Patrick's world continues to spiral out of control, trapped in a nightmare from which there seems no escape.