Fuck. Everything is black, Navarre. You can't feel your arms. Can't move your toes. Hell, even your tongue in your mouth is numb. It feels like you're choking on it. But you hear... Oh yes, it's fucking watered down, but you can hear.
"Stop this! You can't come in here. This is my patient! Uncle will hear of this!"
It's becoming clearer now. Crutch is protesting against someone. It's Barker's voice.
"Stay the fuck out of my way, you fucking creep, or you'll be next to be tied down and mutilated."
Your try and open your eyes. It's insane how heavy they are. You break the crease of your eyelid slightly; your vision is blurred and the lights are bright. No, it's one light. Shining right down in your fucking face. Your eyes close, this time the light is streaming right through your eyelids, casting this reddish glow. Open 'em again.
Barker's face, like a fucking eclipse, leans over you. Ah, fuck. He's smiling. He looks too fucking happy. You're on a table, strapped down - at your wrists and ankles - canted at a 45 degree angle, backward.
"Oh, yes. I've been waiting for this shit. This is going to be fucking fun. I'm gonna go get Petey. Yeah. He's gonna join in."
Barker's head stops blocking the light and it casts back into your face, you squint painfully. Goddamnit. Your body is still numb.
Barker walks over to Crutch and grabs him by the throat, pushing him up against the wall.
"You tell anyone you got this fucker here, I'll cut your balls off and feed them to the fish."
He drops Crutch and storms out.
Shit. What do you do?