Chapter Twenty-Two
Do I smell coffee?
With sensory deprivation comes vivid dreams or daydreams. One does not know whether one slumbers when in complete darkness and silence or whether one hallucinates, thus the confusion. But why would I hallucinate about coffee?
Then I feel fingers around my p***s. Is it really being stroked? Just a hallucination?
Since I do not control anything, not even bodily functions, I mentally ignore the pleasant handling, convincing myself of the delusional nature of the manipulation.
But then my hood is removed, and I must close my eyes with the introduction of even the dimmest light. The headphones are removed, and the interminable hiss finally disappears.
“Good morning, Bobby. Thought I’d have Mae Lee augment your dreams with some real sensation.”
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