November 2, 2002
"For Prime Divine"
Written to share with Prime Divine:
You have me taken from my small cell and delivered to your office. It used to be my office, of course, but you've taken it along with everything else from me. Your guards hang me by my wrists and leave. You are working at the desk and you ignore me for a long time.
Finally, you close your portfolio and rise. Stopping only to light a cigar you come over to where I hang. You run your fingertips lightly over where your initials have been branded into my bottom. You mock me. You tell me how proud and arrogant I used to be and that now I’m nothing. You’ve taken everything except my life and, if I don’t please you, you’ll take that as well. Still, you’re going to keep me around for a little while so you can enjoy paying me back for everything I’ve done in my life. You sit down in a large, comfortable chair facing me and cross your legs There is a small remote control on the table next to you. You point it at me and press a button. Electricity surges through me from the electrodes your guards attached to my balls. With a contented sigh you sit back to enjoy your cigar and the show.
Eventually you’re ready to leave. You come over to me and blow one last puff of smoke in my face before putting out your cigar. You leave the office, turning out the lights as you go. I hear you instructing your secretary to schedule my execution for the next morning. As you drive to your new home in your new car, both formerly mine of course, I spend the entire night hanging alone in the darkness and suffering. I have been utterly defeated by you.