![]() “The same way that I got you to come down here with me,” he explained. “Just now, when I flipped that switch, I interrupted your brain’s ability to take voluntary control of your movements from the neck down.” “I’ve taken control of your mind, and through it, your body as well,” Scott explained, with vindictive glee. She had meant to yell, but the words dribbled from her lips with little force behind them. She did not feel paralyzed exactly, but she sensed that her body would not move, as if she had become somehow too lazy even to lift a finger. Tiffany felt her body go limp as the hum vibrated right through her skull down into her brain. Scott walked over to the computer on the table and said, “This is what I have.” He flipped a switch and the colander hummed to life. Again, she intoned, “I want to see what you have.” She sat down and did not object at all as he positioned the colander device over her head like a salon hair dryer. “If you sit down,” Scott said, “then you’ll know what I have.” All of this taken together created the disturbing impression of a home-made electric chair. ![]() Wires ran down from the makeshift device over to a computer terminal set up on a table next to it. Attached to the back of it was a boom arm, at the end of which was a metal colander with computer parts strapped to it. Tiffany set her bag down at the bottom of the stairs and followed Scott over to an ordinary wooden chair that looked like it came from a dining room set. “Come have a seat over here, and I’ll show you.” “Good,” he said, walking across the concrete floor littered with electronic components. “I mean…” Her voice drained of any emotion, and, in monotone, she stated, “I want to see what you have.” “Yes,” she said, sounding somewhat annoyed. “Something I want to show you,” Scott vaguely explained. Tiffany ducked under a low beam and asked him, “What do you have down here?” She was a cheerleader, and a tall blonde one at that. Scott told Tiffany, “Watch your head,” as she followed him down into the basement.Īnyone who looked at the two of them could tell their social roles by their clothes.
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