The mundane white plastic tub formed a cage within which I was going to endure my torture. My legs were pumped up to my chest, hands limp at my sides. I reached for a thumb and forefinger up to the tap; cold, twisted to release. Fingertips slipped past my thigh as my palm settled back on the base of the tub at my side.
I first felt the water make contact with the very tips of my toes. I wanted to flinch away from the icy substance; I couldn’t let myself. That was not how it was going to work.
A thin film of poison covered the base of the plastic. It crept up my body, now in contact with the base of my spine; shoots and shivers up my body. Still I did not move. For the first time, in a long time; I could feel. Something so naturally unpleasant was feeling a blessing to me, a treasure in my bones.
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