Christian & Blakesley Snr
Christian looked up from the cage as he heard the door being unbolted. His hands were cuffed behind him, and he'd been blindfolded - but he'd managed to get the blindfold down to his neck by rubbing his head against the wire of the cage.
Blakesley's father stepped through the door, and turned to bolt it again. Christian watched him silently, noticing the glass of water in his hand.
Blakesley's father produced a set of keys as he put the glass on the table, and made his way over. He crouched in front of the cage, and began to unlock it. Pulling Christian out, he pulled him to his feet, and let him lean back against the table for support before putting the keys away.
"You really don't like the blindfold, do you?" the old man said absently.
"What do you think?"
Isaac's facial expression didn't change, as he lifted the glass to Christian's lips. He drank thankfully, then closed his eyes tiredly. Blakesley's father put the glass into the sink, then looked Christian up and down before removing the blindfold from around his neck. Then he began to push Christian up onto the table.
Too tired to fight, Christian gave in and sat up as Isaac secured the cuffs around his ankles. That done, he moved around behind Christian, and pulled the rubber band out of his messy hair before neatening it and tying it up again.
Christian frowned slightly, wondering what was going on. He was obviously preparing for something.
Leaning back on his hands, Christian watched as the old man readied the silver cuffs for his wrists on the table, then produce the key to the hand cuffs. After his wrists were unlocked, he had to lay down so his arms were the right length for the cuffs. Isaac soon locked his wrists in.
"What are you doing?" Christian asked, in almost a whisper.
"This is the first time I've had an alien in my grasp for any substancial amount of time," the old man replied, as Christian heard a few clanks above his head.
He tried to look up, but couldn't see directly behind him.
He heard the old man wheel something toward the head of the table, and closed his eyes. Isaac clipped the metal device to the edge, then began to wind a handle, watching the claw-like metal make it's way toward Christian's head.
The next time Christian looked up, there was something over his face, and it looked as if he was looking through bars. A few more clanks, and Christian felt something tightening around his head, holding it dead still.
"Just a little something to keep you immobile," Isaac said softly in a typical reassuring doctor's voice.
Christian tried to look around, but it was like wearing blinkers.
He heard the soft clinks of knives as Blakesley's father continued to prepare.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Christian flinched as he felt the knife cut into him near the gaping wound on his hip from where he'd been stabbed.
Isaac tilted his head as he worked, the cold surgical gloves he wore sending goosebumps over Christian's skin whenever they touched it.
Christian took a deep breath. It seemed like they could be there for a while.
"Now what?"
Blakesley's father ignored him for a moment, setting the device aside, then turning back to where he'd placed the tray.
Christian looked over, and wasn't sure what to make of what he saw.
Blakesley's father picked something up from the tray, and made his way back over.
"Open your mouth."
"Tell me what you're gonna put in it, and I might consider."
Blakesley's father hesitated, then smiled suddenly. Reaching down slowly, he squeezed Christian's jaw open, and put what Christian guessed was meat in his mouth before holding it closed and blocking Christian's nostrils.
Christian gagged for a moment, but swallowed. Once Isaac realized this, he let go. Christian panted for a moment, then pulled a face.
"What the $#!+ was that?"
Blakesley's father hesitated for a moment, then went to get some more.
"Do you like it?" he asked absently, taking a bite himself and chewing thoughtfully.
Christian watched him carefully.
"...Why?"
Isaac hesitated again, then licked his fingers - a thoughtful look on his face.
"It's a bit tangy, really. Compared to its common equivalent."
"And what is that?"
Isaac smiled again, setting a pair of stainless steel tongs down onto the tray.
"Human."
It took a moment for this to sink in, before Christian sat up, pulling on his wrists.
"You $#!+ing sick asshole. I hope it kills you," he glared.
"Well that's why I fed it to you first," Isaac smiled.
He picked the tray up and made for the door.
"Good night Christian. I'll see you tomorrow."
And he left. Christian groaned and lay back down onto the table feeling sick. More than sick. That was just plain gross.
He stopped himself from throwing up, and tried to concentrate on possible escape plans instead.