Chapter 30
I awake strapped to a metal surgical table.
A strap rests across my chest and on each wrist. There are straps on each ankles and a strap going across my forehead. Stickers are pressed onto my skin, wires and cords attached to them. The placement of the stickers are on my forehead, my chest, my abdomen, in the small of my back, and on the calves of my legs. All the wires stretch across the room and feed into a machine concealed by shadows in the far corner. There's a device on my index finger keeping track of my heart rate. My heart rate elevates as I become more and more aware of the situation. I'm panicking, and I can't afford to panic. I try calming myself by counting the seconds and scanning the area for any means of escape. I continue to study my current situation and see a needle embedded in my arm, taped down. An IV drips fluid and feeds it through the needle in my arm. I bite at a sore in my lip as I try to keep from freaking out.
"Awake, it is awake." A gruff, deep voice comes from the dark corner where the machine sits.
I begin to struggle in my confines as lights in the room turn on, one by one revealing more and more Jotunn crowded around the room. This is my hearing, so to speak, where they would decide if I could be deemed truthful or untruthful.
"Where the hell am I?" I cry out, tears running down my cheeks. The beeping of my heart monitor begins to stress me out.
"Secret, it is a secret." The same Jotunn replies.
"Why are you repeating yourself? Do you have brain damage, I mean what the hell. Can I talk to someone who can actually speak, for God's sake?"
A hushed murmur falls over the room, each whisper directing me to the same thing. The Master Jotunn. I don't know who that is, but it doesn't sound good. At all. A cold sweat steals over my clammy body as the surrounding Jotunn's take their seats, awaiting for the trial to commence.
A Jotunn nears towards me from another corner of the room, sitting beside my bedside. It monitors the machines I'm connected to before turning over to me. It lifts its tinted visor to reveal its face to me. I scream. I know that Jotunn are deformed creatures, but I don't think I knew they could be this bad.
The man—or was it a woman?—has only half of the flesh on its face remaining. The other half is a skeleton covered with decaying pieces of muscle tissue still attached to its face. On the decaying side of the face, a glassy, bulging eye remains in the eye socket, looking as if it could roll out and onto the floor at any given moment. The other side of its face has pieces of flesh hanging off, almost a complete skeleton. I don't want to even imagine how this person died and how painful it must've been.
"The Master Jotunn will be here momentarily to go over the basics with you and explain what all the contraption you're hooked up to does." Its lips are beginning to droop off of the face and the gums have receded, revealing full on teeth as it speaks.
I shutter, looking away from the deformed creature. "Who is the Master Jotunn? Please, just tell me that much."
The decaying Jotunn turns to a medical table to its left and fills a syringe with a fizzing red liquid. It comes back towards me with the syringe in hand.
"No!" I bellow. "Get that... get that thing away from me! Please!"
The needle surges deep within my skin, the liquid pulsing through my veins. A tingling sensation takes over my body and my saliva glands become relaxed, producing a significant amount of spit. I cry out in pain, nails scraping against the metal table I'm laid out upon. My vision begins to tunnel as I succumb to whatever liquid was injected into my bloodstream.
Something tells me that I am either going to die here, on this table, or I am going to have to kill somebody. And I don't like either of those options.
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