Tag: objectification

Chapter 2: Where Will it Go? 

Catch up on chapter 1 if you haven’t already…

The crate lid lifted with a metallic sigh. Fluorescent light knifed down, and Barry’s eyes, used to blindfolds and blackout sclera lenses, watered instantly. The crate’s latex lining peeled away from his knees with a wet kiss. Mack’s hand closed around the posture collar and hauled upward. Barry’s legs had forgotten their job; joints popped like cheap plastic. He sagged, rubber squeaking against rubber, until Mack braced him against the playroom wall. 

“Stand up, object.” 

Chapter 1: The Table 

The first thing Barry knew was pressure: knees folded to chest, wrists cuffed to ankles behind him, the posture collar locked so tight his chin could not dip. The second thing was heat. The rubber lining the underside of the dining room table had warmed to blood temperature hours ago; now it clung like a second, wetter skin. He breathed through dime-sized holes drilled along an acrylic lid, each exhale fogging the glass for a heartbeat before the vents sucked it away. Above him, the room glowed amber. 

Thanksgiving. Year Five.