Displaying Timmy Part 2

Author: WhitesockFreak
Title: Displaying Timmy Part 2
Date: 27 January 2008

Disorientation... Aching.... Numbness.. Confusion....

Tim opened his eyes once again to complete darkness, his muscles were sore and his body ached all over. Clearing his throat and moaning out loud quickly reminded him of his situation as his collar fired a shock into his neck.

The floor was different, it had a rubber texture to it, Tim started to realize, in the darkness, he was in a different place then before. Feeling around him there were what felt like bars, some sort of a cell. Still exploring the darkness he could tell the cell was not too much larger than what he would refer to in his mind as the “Electric Box”. It was probably a little wider and a little longer, enough so that he could move around a little more. Carefully gripping the bars he pulled himself up and noticed something else... He had his socks and cross trainers on again. He felt his ankles and confirmed the metallic ankle cuffs were still there as well as the wrist cuffs and ring around his cock and balls.

He could tell his ordeal was not over. Fear of the unknown gripped his stomach, he tried to see anything in the darkness but was not able to make anything out. There was a humming sound, or he thought it also sounded like radio static, but it was just white noise. Reaching through the bars all he could feel was open space on what appeared to be the front and side of the cage or cell. The other two sides were up against cold surface walls.

'Will someone reveal themselves to me?' Tim wondered 'Is anyone out there watching me?' he also wondered, but he knew better than to call out. His voice was now unavailable and he had to focus very hard on keeping everything quiet.

There was a buzzer sound and suddenly the bars around him started to glow with red stripes from top to bottom. Tim did not have to be a fool to realize the bars were now electrified. 'Someone knows I am awake' he thought. 'Someone IS watching me'!

The red glow now revealed his surroundings. A small mirrored room approximately 12 ft by 12 ft square. He was viewing the room from a cage in the corner. On one side of the room was what looked to be a bed, but it was fully metal. There was, however a small rubber or leather looking pillow. The bunk stood approximately 2 ft high and there were three compartment doors. The floor outside the cage was also metallic. On the opposite wall from the bed was a metallic toilet as found in a prison cell. On the wall between the toilet and the bed, was a framed doorway without any window or handles, it was simply the size of a door with a thin metallic frame but the surface was mirrored the same as the rest of the room.

Tim stood there in disbelief wondering how this has happened. Wondering who was doing this to him and if anyone was looking for him. Jason must simply think he ran off after the fight and left everything behind. Surely he would look for him though when he realized he was not coming for his things. There was a small strain of hope.

Another buzzer sounded and suddenly the floor beneath him started to move, he was being pulled back towards the red glowing bars. The movement caught him totally off guard as he hit the bars against the wall behind him. Shocks flew through his body from the bands. The floor stopped briefly allowing him to pull away from the wall and stop the shocks.

The buzzer sounded again, this time Tim knew he needed to walk on what was obviously a treadmill. He started walking, keeping in mind he could not grab on to anything or touch the bars. The moving floor gradually increased it's pace to a brisk walk. As Tim focused on walking and focused on not making vocal noise or touching anything, he saw some numbers illuminate directly in front of him. The numbers were coming through the mirrored wall, which he assumed was two way mirror. 60:00 and it started counting backwards. It was now clear to Tim, he was to exercise for 60 minutes, he had no choice as the floor speed increased to a jog and stayed that way.

For the first fifteen minutes, Tim kept slowing down and every time he hit the wall behind him, the shocks fired up and the floor stopped for a few seconds. Very quickly however the floor would pick up it's pace again. Tim noticed as well the time would add five minutes every time he faltered. He was too busy focusing on endurance and staying clear of the walls, he did not even have a chance to think about how criminally insane this is. His brain was too busy focusing on adapting to the situation.

After he adjusted to the speed and the endurance, Tim glided perfectly through the additional 20 minutes he earned due to his earlier errors. When the clock was in it's final minute, it slowed down and eventually stopped...

Tim as out of breath and wanted nothing more than to pass out. His body ached, his head was spinning and he needed to hydrate. The red glowing strips on the bars were gone and Tim knew this meant he could now touch them. There was a clicking sound and the front part of the cage popped open automatically. Tim hesitantly stepped out of the cage and into the room. Wherever he turned he saw only his own reflection in the mirrors.

From the corner of his eye a green glow caught his attention. One of the panel doors under the bed was glowing with green letters. It appeared to be a monitor and someone was communicating with him. “Remove Sneakers and Socks Immediately and Place Them in Middle Compartment!” With that, the middle compartment slid open. Tim was interested in seeing the compartment to see if there was another door behind it. He dropped to his hands and his knees to look in, forgetting he was instructed to remove his sneakers and socks. The entire floor around him suddenly started to glow red, his skin was burning to touch it, Tim felt shocks coming from the floor, there was nowhere he could go, suddenly the entire room was charged and he was again thrashing in agony trying to stop screaming and trying to figure out how to stop it. He managed to kick his sneakers off and that seemed to do the trick. The room settled down. He removed his socks and placed the socks and the sneakers in the compartment. The compartment quickly closed and reverted to the mirror surface.

The compartment on the left opened and Tim saw a tray with two water bottles a glass with what appeared to be a nutrition shake, and a bowl of oatmeal. Tim did not need convincing to know he was expected to consume these items. Immediately he downed the water and then he drank the shake, all the while knowing he was probably being drugged, but he did not want the room to charge up again so he was doing what was expected. The oatmeal was cold but it felt good to eat something. Tim was unsure of how long he had been here and how long since he had food.

When the dishes were empty Tim slid the tray back into the first compartment and watched the panel close and revert to mirror. Tim was exhausted and expecting to feel an effect from the shake, though he knew sleep would not be far away. He sat on the toilet and tried to make sense of all of this but was at a loss. He comforted himself in the knowledge that whomever was keeping him here would need to allow him to shower so he should be able to eventually come face to face with his captor.

He sat on the floor for a few minutes. But very soon he heard another buzz. The room was starting to slowly glow red. Tim was in a panic, 'What did I do wrong?' he thought 'Why am I being shocked again?' but he was only feeling the slight numbness so far from the electricity. Rising to his feet he then noticed the top of the bunk was not red. It was now clear to him it was time to sleep. Tim climbed onto the hard cold surface of the mirrored bunk and quickly the room was a bright red all around him with him protected on the surface of the bunk. It was only at this point as Tim tried to find comfort on the hard surface with the rubber leather pillow, did he break down and start to cry.

Reality was hitting him quickly. Tim was no longer in control of his life or body. His personality and his mind are trapped in a body that has been taken over. Tim silently begged to the universe hoping Jason or someone would look for him and find him soon, but deep inside he could tell he was not somewhere easy to find.

Hissing through little vents around him and a sweet smell enveloped him as he once again began slipping down the darkness into sleep, knowing he would possibly be waking up in another place again. It horrified him to know someone was touching him and moving him around while he slept and he could do nothing about it but wait to see where and how he would wake up.

Darkness..... Sleep.....

End of Part 2