The Wounds Within My Heart By James
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The Wounds Within My Heart
Book Four
Into the Darkness
Part One
Blood Soaked
Graduated Electronic Decelerator:" A device used in aversive treatments such as at the Judge Rotenberg Center. This torture device is used, on paper at least, to help kids over-come various behaviors such as Self-Injurious Behaviors. This place houses disabled kids, many of whom are Autistic. This method is frequently used on the children at the Center where they live.
Chapter One
You have a person in the physical sense ¨C they have hair, a nose and a mouth ¨C but they are not people in the psychological sense. One way to look at the job of helping autistic kids is to see it as a matter of constructing a person. You have the raw materials, but you have to build a person.
Ivar Lovaas
Not by mercy by strength we end your pity lives Not by spirit by flesh we awaken the beast within Knee deep in your repulsive blood we march
Mayhem In the Lies Where Upon You Lay
Collin Harper and Derrick Taylor drove along in silence. It was the day after New Years Day, and they were working now to carry out David Swanson's orders. They were going to be meeting the two other agents who had reviewed the info on Carla Smith and Randy Masterson.
Once they finished their meeting, Collin and Derrick left to take the two individuals into their custody. As they drove along, Derrick let Collin know that he could call and make sure that there was back up. They didn't want it to be like when they came to get Nohea's mom and stepdad where they had been over-powered by Ray. This job was going to be clean if they had anything to say about it. Finally, they reached the house where Carla Smith lived. Collin and Derrick had recently gotten information that showed the two were seeing each other. The information also went on to say that Randy often stayed over at Carla's house.
Once at the door, Derrick took a device from his coat pocket. Holding it near the deadbolt, he pressed a button. The device melted through locks so that the individual could enter without much difficulty. After the lock was done away with, Derrick pushed open the door. Collin followed behind him, and they saw that the house was dark. Of course it would have been. It was after all, almost 4:00 A.M.
Now in the doorway of Carla's bedroom, Derrick turned on the lights. Carla sat up in bed, and she took a moment to adjust to the sudden intrusion of the lights.
"Who's there!" she gasped. "Who are you! I'm calling the police!"
Randy was up and blinking now, and he moved to get out of bed.
"Don't move!" Derrick ordered raising a Glock and pulling back the slide. "You even breathe too quickly, and I'll fucking finish you right here!"
"Who are you?" Randy asked, his voice cracking.
"We're the ones who are going to make you pay for what you've done," Collin said stepping over to the bed holding a knife on both of them. "Get up Carla!"
"How did you know my name!" she said, her voice shaking badly now.
"I'm getting rather sick of your questions," Collin said, and just as quickly grabbed her and threw her to the floor. "Hands behind your back! Now!"
Randy sprang from the bed attempting to lunge at Collin who anticipated this. Collin raised a taser at Randy. He pressed the button three times causing Randy to jerk hard! Randy never felt pain like this before, and he screamed when he loosened up a bit.
"Derrick, shut him up," Collin said as he went back to tying up Carla.
Derrick ran forward, and gagged Randy. Once completed, Derrick restrained Randy. When both were secure, Collin and Derrick left the house.
Once in the van, the two prisoners were sedated, then Derrick drove off. When they arrived at the camp, Collin took Randy, and Derrick took Carla. After they were strapped into the torture room of the building, Derrick called and let David Swanson know that both subjects were secure. After the call was made, Derrick went down into the basement. Once he entered the room with the tables and chairs, Derrick got two of the longer tables and brought them into the room where Carla and Randy were detained.
Derrick sat the two tables across from the beds where his prisoners were secured. Crossing the room to a cabinet next to Carla's bed, Derrick opened the door to the top cabinet. Reaching in, he removed a backpack. This wasn't just any regular backpack. It had holes in either side so that wires could extend. Setting the pack down on the floor beside him, Derrick reached in again and retrieved a device that was large enough to fit into the pack. He then attached several wires to it which held an electrode at the ends. Derrick opened a small pocket on the front of the pack, and extracted a small remote control device.
Looking down at the remote in his hand, Derrick smiled hatefully. He then looked over at the two prisoners. They had no fucking idea what waited for them when they awoke. Derrick was looking forward to the nightmare that these two Ableist scumbags would be subjected once awoke.
Carla was the first to awaken, and it took her a moment to realize that she was no longer home nor safe in bed. She stared up at the ceiling for a long moment, then looked around the room. Struggling to move, she saw the straps which held her in place. Clearing her throat, she spoke.
"Where am I?" she said, then spoke louder. "What is this place?"
"What's wrong?" Derrick asked stepping over to her side and looking down at her. "Don't like the looks of this place? Don't worry, because you're going to see something you like even less here very soon."
"Who are you?" she said as anger took hold of her.
"You'll find that out soon enough," Derrick answered. "I'll give you a few minutes to get fully awake, then we'll begin.
Once Randy was awake, Derrick went over and unstrapped Carla. He held a gun on her the whole time, and after he took hold of her shoulder, he led her over to one of the two tables. She looked at the backpack with the wires attached to it, then looked at Derrick's cold eyes. She looked at the pack again, then saw the electrodes which hung from the ends of the wires.
"No," she said just above a whisper. "Oh god, no!"
"What's wrong Bitch?" Derrick asked. "Does the look of that device scare you? You mean to tell me you've seen one of those before?"
"You can't use that on me!" she said voice beginning to rise in fear as well as in anger.
Derrick grabbed her and rained several blows down on her face, then shoved her back into a chair sitting beside the table. That certainly took the fight out of her.
"Let's get one thing straight right now Cunt," Derrick said as he held his face just inches from her own. "You don't fucking tell me what I can or can't do around here. I give the god-damn orders around this place! You don't!"
She nodded, then Derrick stood up looking down at her.
"So what is that device on the table?" he asked smiling hatefully at her.
"It's called a Graduated Electronic Decelerator," she went on. "It's used to help kids over-come certain behaviors. Some of us have used it on Autistic kids who can't self-regulate successfully."
"You mean it's used to torture them into being normal, isn't that right!" Derrick said sharply.
"No!" she yelled. "We really do try to help these kids. You can see it as harmful if you want, but you don't have to work with kids like them. You don't have to worry about if they're going to try and hit, bite or kick out at you like we do! It's the only way we can make them be normal!"
"You're fucking disgusting!" Derrick said as he pulled her to her feet.
Derrick made Randy come over to where they were and held out the backpack to him.
"Put this on Carla," Derrick said.
"No fucking way!" Randy yelled.
At this point, Collin had come into the room from having been outside. He walked over to where Randy stood, and stopped looking right into the man's eyes.
"Did you just tell my assistant no?" Collin asked.
"I won't do it!" Randy yelled as he rushed at Collin. Collin was quicker, and he slammed his knee into Randy's groin with all the force he could muster. Randy screamed, and still he attempted to rush at Collin once more. Collin slammed Randy to the ground, and after a savage beating, Randy lay curled up in a ball sobbing.
"My god Randy!" Carla screamed running over to him.
"No you don't Bitch!" Collin yelled as he grabbed her from behind. He gave her just as savage of a beating as he had done with Randy a moment ago.
Carla sat on the floor sobbing as she tried to keep from passing out. Collin bent down over her, and grabbed her face in his hands forcing her to make eye contact.
"You don't seem to fucking get it," he said. "Derrick and I give the fucking orders around here. We give the orders, and you do as you're told! Do you understand me!"
"I understand," she said, attempting to get her crying under control.
Sitting at the second of the two tables, Carla sat beside Randy, and they were both strapped to their respective chairs. Several shapes were on the table in front of them, and each one of them had a GED device strapped to them. There were two electrodes on them with one on each of their arms, and one on each of their legs.
"Now we're ready to begin," Collin said stepping in front of the table across from Carla. "You should be familiar with what's about to happen. After all, you do this to Autistic kids all the time."
Derrick came over to stand beside Carla with the remote to her device in his hand.
"In front of you on the table Carla, you have three objects," Derrick said looking down at her. "You have a yellow circle on the right. On the left of it is a blue square. Then to the left of the square is a green triangle. Touch the blue circle. If you get it wrong, I'll give you a verbal warning. Should you get it wrong a second time, you'll receive a shock for no more than ten seconds. A third time will result in a shock of 20 seconds. A fourth mistake, well I'm sure you get the idea."
For god's sake!" Randy yelled. "Why are you doing this to us! We didn't do anything to you!"
"We have a job to do," Collin said. "You shouldn't take it personally. I mean, isn't that what you have been known to say to Autistic kids you do the torture of ABA Therapy to?"
"Now Carla," Derrick said leaning closer to her. "Touch the blue square with your right index finger."
Carla struggled to keep her hand from shaking, and as she moved her hand to it, it went off course from how badly it began shaking.
"No Carla!" Derrick said loudly and sharply just inches from her face. "I said for you to touch the blue square with your right index finger! Do it! Also, you are to look directly at me when I'm talking to you!"
Carla met Derrick's eyes, and she could barely hold eye contact. His eyes were cold and emotionless. She could also see what could almost be described as enjoyment in them. Gathering her composure once again, she moved her index finger to the shape, but just barely made contact with it as her fear at the situation over-took her once again.
"You're not following my directions, Carla!" Derrick said loudly just inches from her face. "You'll receive a ten-second shock starting in five seconds. It's important for you to not tense up your body while it happens. Kind of like how you've done that to Autistic kids before as well."
"No, please!" she yelled.
"You're right," Derrick said arranging his face into something that almost passed for kindness and concern. "I won't do that to you."
"Oh, thank god!" Carla said truly relieved now.
Derrick turned to Randy and held out the remote.
"You'll administer her the shock," Derrick said smiling hatefully. "Is that clear?"
"No!" Randy yelled. "I won't do it! You fucking hear me!"
Collin stepped up to where Randy sat, and pulled out the remote to his own device.
"Ten-second shock starting in five, four, three, two, one."
Collin pressed the button, and Randy screamed as his body tensed up.
"Do not tense up during the shock," Collin warned.
"Fuck!" Randy screamed. "Oh fuck! It hurts! I can't stand this!"
"I hope you and I understand each other better now," Collin said. "Take the remote Randy. Do it! I told you that Carla will need a 10-second shock, but because of all the time we spent with you being difficult we'll have to give her a shock of 40-seconds."
"No!" Carla screamed beginning to sob hard. "Please! Don't do this to me!"
Derrick came behind Randy pressing his gun hard to the back of Randy's head.
"Go on," Derrick growled.
Randy struggled to hold back tears as he held up the remote.
"Carla, babe, I'm so sorry!" he said voice shattering into deep sobs.
He pressed the button for 40 seconds, and Carla screamed long and loud. Once the shock was over, she sobbed and screamed begging for them to let her and Randy go.
"You're doing a lot of begging," Derrick said coming back over to stand beside Carla. "Was that what Triston Swanson would have been saying had he been able to talk? Would he have been begging for you two sickos to stop yelling at him and hitting him. Whose idea was it to give him the fucked-up torture that his dad made clear wasn't to be used! Was it your idea Carla, or was it you Randy?"
"My god!" Randy gasped. "That's what this is all about! How do you know about that retarded little brat! He wouldn't do anything we told him to do!"
"I was sick of him not wanting to do any of the things I as well as Randy were trying to get him to do. So Randy and I decided to start using a few tools of ABA Therapy on him," Carla explained. "It wasn't like we were shocking him or starving him."
"You used Bullshit methods on him that incorrectly push the notion that Autism is not only a moral problem, but that it's also a series of behaviors the good of which should be enhanced, and the bad reduced if not completely eradicated from the child," Derrick shouted. "Not to mention the fact that you tortured that kid!"
"How do you even know about any of this!" Carla said completely shocked now.
"That's none of your business," Collin answered.
"The point is that you now know why you're both here," Derrick went on.
And so the session went on for the next three hours resulting in Carla and Randy receiving many shocks several of which lasted for over a minute. By the time it was all over, they were both exhausted, truly in pain the likes of which they never knew before.
About four hours later, Derrick shook both of them awake, and they were led outside. The four of them walked for several miles, then Collin called for them to stop at a large area of dirt. Derrick handed a shovel over to Carla, and Collin handed a lantern to Randy.
"What are these for," Randy asked.
"I don't understand," Carla added.
"Start digging," Derrick responded low and hatefully.
Collin raised his gun pulling back the slide. The loud clacking sound of it being pulled back in the deep woods where they were was almost deafening. Collin then moved behind Carla holding the gun just inches from her head.
"Dig Bitch!" he said voice filled with rage and hate!
Carla began to dig, and it was almost two hours later when the hole was deep enough. Still though, she was forced to keep digging. Finally, Randy was told to do more of the digging. It went on for almost another hour, then Derrick told them to stop.
Collin turned to Carla once the last shovel-full of dirt had been removed from the hole.
"Jump into the hole," he said. "Oh, but first I'll need you to remove the backpack."
"What?" she said thinking and hoping that she had heard him wrong.
"I told you to jump into the hole," Collin repeated.
"Oh god, you're not going to," she said trying as hard as she could to not fall apart once again.
"Get in that fucking hole or I'll blow your mother-fucking brains out right here where you stand!" Collin said voice raising slightly.
Carla took a deep breath, and did as she was told. Randy was next, and Derrick took hold of the shovel.
"In case you're still confused, we're punishing you two for what you did to Triston Swanson," Derrick said leaning over the entrance of the hole. "We've done our research on the two of you Assholes. We know that you've been torturing Autistic kids for years. We also know about your little side project where you use Gay Conversion Therapy on LGBT kids too. Regarding your ABA Torture on Autistic kids though, we know that the one who's in charge of you is a behaviorist named Ivan Louis. Don't worry, we're coming for him very soon."
"It's time," Collin announced.
Randy and Carla were commanded to lay down on their backs, and once that was done Derrick scooped in a couple of scoops of dirt.
"No!" Randy screamed.
"Please!" Carla yelled sobbing again. "Please don't do this to us!"
Derrick ignored their begging, sobs and screams of pure terror as he continued filling in the hole. At one point, Collin took over once Derrick handed him the shovel. Derrick went to sit down, but he could still see everything.
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Inside the hole now, Randy and Carla held each other tightly as their terror increased. They both attempted to comfort each other as they clutched one another even tighter. The light from the day-time sky was growing even more dim as more dirt rained down over top of them.
"Oh god Randy!" Carla sobbed. "I'm so scared! I don't want to die! I mean, I definitely don't want to die like this!"
"Neither do I!" Randy replied. "I can't take this!"
"I can't take it either!" Carla answered as they both sobbed and tried not to look up.
At this point, their bodies were snug within the dirt that was filling up around them, and neither of them could move more than a few inches. Soon even that was gone as more dirt showered down around them, then on top of them. Dirt began covering their faces, and it began filling up around their heads cutting off their ability to hear as it began clogging their ears.
Finally, dirt began covering up their noses and mouths. Breathing was now impossible, and Randy and Carla felt the oxygen starvation setting in. Each of them felt an almost animal-like, desperation to breathe. They screamed out in their heads, and though struggling to move, neither of them could. Their air was completely cut off now, and for each one of them, a loud high-pitch whistling sound began filling their heads. It was soon followed by what most would think of as hallucinations, but what Randy and Carla thought of as visions of Hell. They both saw a long tunnel stretching before them that extended ahead for what seemed like an endless amount of distance. Frightful orange lights shown over-head, and loud mocking laughter sounded straight ahead that seemed as if it were getting closer.
Randy and Carla could both see figures in the distance that began getting closer. The figures were shuffling towards them, and now the figures were visible.
The figures turned out to be former students who were tortured by Carla and Randy. These students weren't dead, but that made no difference to the two terrified adults. The things that looked like their students smiled, exposing razor-sharp fangs, and they held out gore-clotted hands to both the two adults as if in greeting.
"Welcome," they all said in a long and warbling sound as if a tornado siren had learned the art of human speech. "Welcome to the deepest and darkest levels of Hell."
Flames surrounded Randy and Carla as they saw the monsters get even closer. Now they could feel the hands of the figures grabbing hold of both of them. The hands were warm and slimy as they dug in their nails, and slowly began ripping the two adults apart!
"Noooooooooooo!" both Randy and Carla screamed long and loud as their oxygen-starved brains finally died and blackness over-took them for the last time.
Author's Notes
There you have it, the destruction of Carla and Randy. I wanted to get these two creeps dealt with, and so figured that I could get it done in this chapter rather than spreading it out over a few chapters. I'll be getting back to Nohea and the rest of the boys in Chapter Two, and it'll be more light-hearted and joyful in that chapter. I hope you like it.
All that being said, I hope everyone is having a good evening. I'll see you all in Chapter Two.