Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Something About Him ❯ Confined ( Chapter 16 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
VegoSacomoto~~Good luck with college! It's always time consuming but generally worth it! ^_~ I think I'll get a bit more written on the vampire story before posting. I'm still working out some of the finer details.
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Chapter 16
Confined
Jason was pressed closely into a corner of the empty room. He curled himself into a tight ball. The room was freezing. He had been stripped of all his clothing except for the collar, and there were cameras pointing at him from each corner of the room. He was beyond confused. Two hooded men, dressed like slaves, had dragged him from his own room, stripped him, stuck him with a needle, and locked him in this room. He hadn't seen Katan or Mark since yesterday. He wondered idly if Katan hadn't kept him knocked out and sold him already. Perhaps he was now the charge of some sick master.
Jason swallowed hard in an attempt to suppress the panic at that thought. He glanced at the window, hoping for some confirmation that he was still on Katan's estate, but it had been boarded from the outside. Jason shivered again, confident that the room was getting colder by the second.
“Jason.”
Jason was startled by the garbled sound of his name from a computer-masked voice coming from a speaker mounted in the top left corner of the room.
“Jason, can you hear me?”
“Katan?” Jason asked, and the hope he felt surprised him.
“No, I am not Katan.” Jason's heart sank, as he strained to make out what the voice was saying. “Katan is very upset with you. He has asked me to train you. You will remain in this room until I am satisfied that you are willing and able to be a good slave.”
A violent shiver ran through Jason as the voice continued: “You've no doubt noticed the room getting colder. I suggest you get used to this. You are not meant to be comfortable during this training. We can hear and see you at all times. You are free to speak to us, but we are under no obligation to answer. Do you have anything to say?”
“Why am I naked?” Jason spat harshly.
“You want so badly to be free, so I think it best you discover the full implement of that desire. Everything you have has been given to you by your master. If you are to be free, you will not be entitled to anything.”
“I think you're just a sick fuck!” Jason yelled angrily.
“You will be permitted to ask one thing of your master every day at 4pm. I suggest you think long and hard about your requests.” The voice was still masked beyond recognition, but Jason didn't miss the bite in it that was not present before his insult and this made him smirk.
“What time is it now?”
A few seconds passed with no response.
“Hey!”
Jason was again met with silence, and he pounded the wall in frustration.
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Katan and Natalie watched Jason on the computer from the control room.
“And you're sure he's okay?” Katan asked doubtfully, watching Jason's shivering frame huddled in the corner of the empty room.
“Yes. Before placing him in the room he was injected with a microscopic device that measures his core temperature. That's this red line, here” Natalie said, pointing to a red line on a graph on a smaller monitor. “His collar has a thermal strip that is in constant contact with his skin, and that is tracking his surface temperature.” She continued, indicating a green line on the graph that was running slightly lower than the red line. “This,” she said, pointing to a blue line quite a ways below both the green and the red lines, “is the danger zone. That is where hypothermia begins to set in. Anything above that line is just uncomfortable for him. These same thermometers will help us look for any signs of distress do to his claustrophobia.”
Katan nodded, satisfied with the explanation. “And I'm to give him anything he asks for, correct?”
“Yes, within reason of course. It has been my experience that slaves who are still in this denial phase will try to deal with the situation on their own. For instance, I expect one of his first requests to be clothing, or a blanket. But since we are adjusting the temperature in the room based on his body temps, they will be of little use. As time goes on, he will eventually accept that you are in control of the situation, and will ask you to release him. This is an important step, because it means he is accepting that you are his master, thus admitting to himself that he is indeed a slave.”
“I see. And what sort of psychological damages is this likely to have on him?”
Natalie's expression softened considerably, making her look almost nurturing. “It saddens me that you are the first master to ever ask me that about any of my methods. Obviously this sort of a realization and surrendering will cause psychological changes, but they have never proven to be damaging. You have to understand that as he is now, with the frame of mind he is currently in; Jason will never make a good slave. These changes are necessary if he is to survive in this world.”
Katan nodded, but his eyes betrayed the pang of guilt and sadness he felt.
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As time dragged on Jason began to fear that perhaps it was after 4pm when he was thrown in the room, and that he wouldn't be able to ask for anything until tomorrow. However, the bit of light coming in through the boards over the window told him that was not the case, and that time was just passing excruciatingly slow. He tried to sleep, but his own shivering kept him awake.
In addition to his shivering he was becoming more and more aware of an ache in his bladder, indicating that he desperately had to relieve himself. He had tried the bathroom door once, but found it to be locked, not that he had held much hope that it wouldn't be.
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Katan watched as Jason's thermal levels crept lower and lower, and his slave's discomfort became more and more apparent. He was rather alarmed when he started seeing faint traces of Jason's breath in the air, but Natalie assured him it was normal and that he was still far from danger.
Natalie kept insisting to Katan that they had everything under control and that he could go about his usual business, but Katan found it hard to stay away for more than a couple hours at a time, and the entire time he was gone, thoughts of Jason interrupted every task he started. It was becoming painfully obvious to Katan that his plan for distancing himself from Jason was backfiring, and badly.
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Jason had resorted to rocking back and forth and rubbing his arms in an effort to stay warm, unable to move much more due to the piercing pain he felt in his bladder. At last the mechanical voice resounded in the room.
“Alright, Jason, it is now 4pm, and you may ask Katan for 1 thing.”
“Katan?”
“He is here. Just state your request.”
Jason's heart sunk, as he desperately wanted to hear Katan's voice. He found himself worrying more and more about the level of the man's anger toward him.
“We don't have all day, Jason.”
“Can…I have a bucket?”
“A bucket?”
“Yeah.” Jason said, his tone changing to compensate for the vulnerability he knew was audible in his previous statement, “I gotta piss.”
“Very well. Turn and face the corner, put your hands against the wall on either side of your head.”
“Why?” Jason demanded, but the voice did not answer him, so he let out a frustrated growl and complied.
Seconds later the door to his room opened, and shut nearly immediately.
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Katan watched the monitor as Jason retrieved the bucket from the doorway and moved it to a corner for a little more privacy.
“Is that really fair? I mean, if we're trying to simulate a situation as if he had been thrown out to fend for himself, he'd be able to relieve himself nearly anywhere.”
“Would he?” Natalie asked, a challenge in her voice. “Do you know of one city in which he could leave his haven in the middle of the night and return to it safely?”
“No, I suppose not.”
“In which case he would be forced to gather such a container, or relieve himself where he sleeps.”
Katan didn't respond, he knew she was right, he just hated that Jason had to choose between such basic needs.
“Besides, that last interaction told us a few very important things.”
Katan raised an eyebrow at Natalie. “Such as?”
“He misses you. He wanted to hear your voice. Secondly, he is clearly not angry about the situation, but is accepting it, and wanting to make it work so as not to anger you more, otherwise he would've just peed on the carpet out of spite. Third, he is trying to prove to you that he deserves another chance, otherwise he would not be so compliant with my demands. However, he still refuses to acknowledge you as Master. Once he surrenders this will become second nature to him. Lastly, he is still trying to control the situation himself. He is determined to deal with whatever we do, rather than ask for help. He could have asked for the bathroom door to be unlocked, but instead he chose to go a rout that allowed him to retain some of that pride by not relying on you.”
“I see, so how long do you think it will take him?”
“I don't think he'll last much more than a week before surrendering.”
Katan looked back at the monitor, seeing Jason back in his corner shivering uncontrollably. His levels had stopped lowering, as they had stopped cooling the room and were now just maintaining the temperature. He was still a long way from the danger zone, but Katan couldn't help but feel sorry for him. The temperature in the room was at about 42 degrees, and Jason was teetering on the beginning of stage 1 hypothermia, enough to cause the shivering, but not to do any damage. Katan hoped for both of their sakes that Jason would surrender soon.