Justin Aveneer: Passage
Then Justin was placed in the hands of a make-
The great Zsa Zsa was standing at the far end of the room, with her back turned on
him. An agonising-
Justin began to feel extremely disturbed, because his metabolism had begun to be deranged by whatever Henry had injected into his arm. His temperature had risen considerably, and he began to shiver and feel mild nausea. He raised his head, and beads of perspiration splashed off his brows into his eyes, blurring his vision. “Madam,” he began, raising his hand to dash the film from his eyes and was instantly caught with a flying kick in the ribs which flung him flat von his back.
Now Zsa Zsa moved, and jabbing her foot under the small of his back, turned the shaking
boy over on his face. “Get up, get up,” she hissed, rapped, snarled; and Justin,
by now on the verge of oblivion, struggled to raise himself on all fours. A baulk
of wood with sharp, square edges, crashed on his back, and he was flattened by it;
but again, the command came “Get up! Get up!” Still his kilt was hitched up over
his nether parts and as he struggled to crawl forward he found his buttocks pricked
and tapped with fine canes which the other ladies wielded. “Bear your burden, miserable
failure!” came the strident demand and by a superhuman effort at self-
A few steps forward and he stumbled, going down on one knee; but the harpies gathered round, hissing and pricking, mocking his drugged efforts and again he drew himself up, supporting the timber, which seemed to be turning to lead; another few jerking steps and another fall; a third lunge towards the verticals and he had now been pursued halfway round the room. Once again he tried to move forwards and then vertigo seized him and he crashed straight on his face on the floor. Still his tormentors did not desist, but goaded him again to assume the crawling position, in which he made a few yards more before plunging into an abyss where sounds continued but sight was gone completely, and his muscles no longer obeyed him at all. He dreamed that many, many hands were grabbing, and tearing him; bearing him up in the air; that some creature he had not set eyes upon was slithering across the room and wrapping its tentacles around him, pulling them tighter and tighter against his wrists, ankles and thighs, across his chest so tight that he could hardly breathe; even obscenely over his face, pulling between his lips and pressing on his teeth, lashing him to the timber beam. And then the pressure and hardness of the tentacles melted and diffused in spreading patches, like coloured solvents dropped on plastic film, spreading areas of warmth, wetness, accompanied by a sickening stench of faeces and an acrid tinge of ammonia. Justin swam into oblivion.
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