Licorice

- by Chio

Warning:  Contains sexual violence/torture.
	The earliest flavour that I can remember is chewing on a salty and sweet piece of licorice.  I don't know where it came from or why I had it but I do remember how it made me salivate as I swallowed over and over again.  I've gotten licorice from my parents many times but, every time, the flavour was not as good or as memorable as the first that I can remember.  I've even tried trading my lunch at school in hopes of finding that long-lost flavour – with no luck in the end.  Perhaps I hold my standards too high, perhaps it is a brand no-longer made, or perhaps it's an unreachable nostalgia.  Whatever it is, I think I've given-up my attempts on finding it.

Every day feels the same to me – I wake up, shower, get dressed, eat a simple breakfast and go-to school.  The other kids seem fine, but I've never really bothered to socialize with any of them.  The teachers do their job well-enough and I do the assignments given to me...but I can't remember the last time I've ever actually gotten a grade for something.  I guess nothing feels important enough for me to get into.

This may sound odd – but I just feel like I'm too mature for this place.  It's like I'm older than everyone else; and yet, I'm trapped inside of this young body.  Everything bores me at school – I know all the answers and everyone is so predictable.  I know the names of almost everyone and I know which teachers like to hold the kids after-class for 'extra credit'.  I'm friends with these two girls and one boy who the teachers seem to favour but it feels like there's nothing I can do or say to help them.  They seem cheery enough, anyway – like they had Stockholm syndrome, or something.

I return home to what feels like the same dinner and routine I have every other day.  My parents would keep to them-selves and not-really try to spend time with me; but that's okay, I don't want to spend time with them anyway.  Not much entertains me anymore, so I mostly just talk with my few friends from school.  They never come for a sleep-over though – my parents would never allow it, for some reason.

Sometimes, a curiosity makes me want to go downstairs into the basement, but the door is always locked.  My parents would always scold me if they caught me trying to go down there, but would never explain why I was not allowed.  I would attempt to pick the lock at times when my parents are not nearby, but the deadbolt would prevent me from entering even if I succeeded.  Opening this Pandora's box would prove impossible.

After slipping into my pyjamas and crawling into bed, I often just lay there for an hour – staring at the ceiling.  That's how long it usually takes my eyes to begin to feel heavy and I start to feel sleepy.  It's the same time every night, it would seem – 7:50pm on the minute.  Either my internal clock is really good, or I've just gotten into the habit of it – or maybe that's the same thing.

Something feels different this time, however.  When I shut my eyes, I feel like something else is in the room...watching me.  The entity seems familiar to me but I fear it – it's sheer presence makes my heart race as I struggle to breathe.  I try to turn to the unknown but cannot move.  I try to speak but have no voice.  I try to look around but my vision soon fades into a vivid dream.

In my dream, I find myself laying on a hard, metal tray – one like you would find a cadaver on before embalming it.  My body was now without any clothes and remains paralysed as I inhale the dry air which had a feint chemical scent that I could not recognize – like a plastic mixed with pine.  Everything was cold which made me shiver on the metal tray as I could see the condensation in my breath.  This room felt familiar and I did not want to be here – but my body still did not allow me to escape.

The unknown entity enters the room with three others as they circle around me.  My peripheral vision would allow me to see where the figures stood but their faces were blurry and unrecognizable.  They were tall, like adults, and the one in-charge would speak to them but I could not process what they were saying.  I was forced to listen and lay there, shivering, like I was some sort of specimen as they began to study me.

The three entities would paw their hands over every part of my exposed body.  It made me feel vulnerable and violated as I could feel them touching and examining everything from my feet to my face.  They would lift my arms and legs to get a closer look and rotate my head from side to side; yet, their faces and everything else remained a blur.  They would further make me uncomfortable by parting my legs and examining my private areas as I continued to shiver.

It would get worse when I felt a wetness being applied to my lower entrance before what felt like a finger would be pushed inside of me.  My lower body attempted to clench but I was too weak to even do that.  When the object continued to wiggle around and push deeper inside me, I knew that it was not a finger.  It felt the length of a small snake as I could feel it move around inside me.  It was the only thing that did not feel cold and would at-least warm me slightly.

My breath would continue to condensate above me and my heart was still racing as the one in-charge would put a ball of fabric in my mouth before pressing tape over it.  My body would be pulled down to the table's edge before a much larger object would begin to push against the entrance of my backside.  It would push with such force that it would eventually penetrate my lower-body and slide it's length inside of me.  A throbbing pain would shock through the area, making me scream into the fabric that would muffle me from making much more than a whimper.

The large smooth object would continue to force itself deep inside of me before pulling back and pushing back in.  Each heartbeat would cause another shock of pain as I could feel the snake-like creature from earlier continue to slither around inside of me.  It did not take long before the painful object would thrust as-deep-as it could go – throbbing and twitching while squirting a warm liquid inside of my lower body.

The jolts of pain and my muffled screams would not stop or lessen, however, as each of the entities would take turns down the same.  Tears would leak down the sides of my face onto the metal table and I would struggle to breathe as my paralysed body was used by all four unknowns.  As one would force themself into my backside, the others would squirt warm, sticky liquids on my chest and over my face.  My eye would sting when some of the liquid would hit me there, which made me close my eyes to protect them – it's not like my vision was allowing me to see much anyway.

This would go-on for a-while before it felt like I could start to move my fingers and toes.  They would push what felt like a hose into my backside, still throbbing in pain, before spraying a cold liquid inside of me – flushing-out everything from my lower-body.  Then, they would spray the cold water over my body to wash me off before drying me with a towel.  They would remove the tape and fabric from my mouth as I took deep breaths of air.  I fear I may have lost my voice from all the muffled screaming and crying as my throat was too sore and voice too weak to make much noise at-all.

Lastly, they would part my lips and open my mouth to put a small object on my tongue.  I wanted to spit it out at-first, but it soon tasted like...black licorice.  I would chew on it as saliva quickly filled my mouth – making me swallow again and again.  I soon finished the licorice-tasting candy and swallowed one last time before my vision soon faded once-more.  It was now morning – and I was laying in my bed with my pyjamas on.  It was all just a dream.