I will try to recall what happened after I knocked at the convent gate for a refreshment. You know they have this current offer: 4 hours waterboarding, for only 20 euro? Didn´t know what to expect, but I could use a bit of freshen up. And then it became a blur.
´Watching paint dry, is boring. This will hypnotize you´, said a man in his mid-fourties with arms thick as chain-cables.
This wasn´t my idea of a convent. I felt a mean, thick needle going into the skin of my arm and soon after that, I dozed off.
Woke up after some time and got slapped in the face. I couldn´t move, was restrained by a frayed rope.
´Where´s the Beemie report?´
´Beam me up? I don´t know´, I said confused.
This time I was hit hard in the face. Tasted blood in my mouth.
My eyes, one getting swollen, couldn´t really adjust to the dim light. Heard the brute walking out of the room, a basement or whatever it was. A rather loom surrounding.
´If I can do it, you can do it too´, hissed some man from the other side of the room. Someone else there was also tied up.
Felt a crust of blood drying up under my right eye.
´I need a doctor. Who are you?´, I hissed back.
´You´re quick´, he quipped.
A remark I didn´t understand.
´Get me my digital cinema HD-camera that does more than 1.000 frames a second´, roared the giant to someone in the hallway who I couldn´t see. By that time my right eye felt terribly swollen.
Then I guess I had a psychedelic experience. I recall watching and hearing water.. drops....fall... ve....ry.... slow...ly... saw... them.... fal...ling... ree..aal.. sl...oo..ow...
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Gulp! Got a bucket of water splashed in my face. I hate that!
Then, lying down, with cloth over my face, I had to struggle with many buckets more.
Eventually I got out of there, thanks to the witty stranger, with something he called the Sonic Screwdriver. Oh, and I tripped over waterbottles all over the floor, labelled ´The Waters of Mars´.
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