By Taurus
Part 4 – “Your Life”
James was awoken at 8 am by all the lights of his cell – they turned on simultaneously and rendered the pitch black blinding white in an instant – and a blaring from above.
He pulled himself up, trying his utmost to shield his eyes with his mitted hands, which watered profusely, and let them adjust.
By the time he acclimated, Arnold emerged from the cell door, on the wall in front of him, and the blaring alarm stopped. A bottle of protein shake with a straw stood at the corner of his mattress.
“Drink.”
James knew there was no way he could pick up the bottle, so he bent down and sucked on the straw on all fours. A pat of affirmation confirmed that this was the right way to do things.
“Slave, don’t answer me. Yesterday was a taster, since you only had basically half a day here. From now on, your life will become tougher.”
A bottle of water was produced. This time, James was fed.
“It’s to prepare for what’s come,” said Arnold.