Electric Shock Therapy with a Sadistic Caller Today!

I’m in a mental facility, the Dr says I need a new type of therapy and pushes me through the automatic sliding doors and assumes his position near the back of my wheelchair. He whisks me to a room on the fifth floor where he straps me down and pokes an IV through my fleshy forearm. He’s giving me a muscle relaxant and purposely forgets to give me the normal general anesthesia.

The doctor places electrodes on either side of  my cranium. Cords extend from the electrodes, connecting to what appears to be an antiquated stereo set. A couple of dials protrude from the machine’s display. He laughs and says do you see this dial, and points to a line that says “danger” and then is red. He said that this will hurt, and he likes to get off seeing me in pain, he flips an unassuming switch.

A three-second burst of 160 volts blasts through me. While I am totally conscious, My torso jerks up and down. My arms and legs writhe only slightly, steadied by muscle relaxants coursing through my veins but that doesn’t help the pain, I scream and pant. My toes curl downward, as if my feet were trying ball up into fists. I’m experiencing a grand mal seizure.

Five minutes later, it’s over. I will feel a bit woozy the rest of the day. My short-term memory will suffer along with the pain and the memory of him squirting all over my face as I lay there helplessly, screaming in agony.

 Fun Call!

Thanks, Dawn

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