I entered the laboratory with a touch of nervous excitement. The huge stone hall echoed with the sound of the equipment - a constant buzzing from the electrical equipment, the occasional small explosion as electricity arched from one point to another. Outside there was a crash of thunder, immediately followed by a flash of lightning.
She sat me in a chair, strapping my arms and legs in place, before lowering the huge metal contraption onto my head. I winced as the metal spikes of the electrodes embedded themselves into my scalp.
The experiments were too terrible to relive again - they will haunt my dreams for the rest of my days - red hot irons, needles pushed into my eyes, toe nails torn out, photos of Madonna, Paris Hilton singing - terrible, terrible things...
After what seemed like an eternity I was dragged, bleeding and broken, and tossed into a snowdrift out side to live or die as God wished. Somehow I lived. Perhaps I still have a purpose in life, to save those who might otherwise volunteer to take part in research...
Actually the brain scan thing was quite uneventful - too uneventful to make an interesting post...
4 comments:
Hehe, I loved the made up one anyways - and listening to Paris Hilton sounds pretty traumatizing to me - utter torture actually! :)
I knew this was embellished because I was pretty sure there wasn't enough snow for there to be a snowdrift for you to be tossed into. Also, the toenail thing might have tipped me off.
Ali - Glad you enjoyed it. The story, not Paris singing...
Terri - Ah, I'll just have to try harder to fool you next time!
hehehe -
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