The dark side

The bed was warm and cozy on that Sunday morning, the autumn sunshine entered through the large windows overlooking the park and lazily reflected on Deirdre red curls. She shifted on the bed, wanting to sleep a bit more, maybe Fionn would even bring her breakfast in bed. He was out of bed already, although he was probably working. 

Deirdre had just moved into his house, they had been dating for some months and everyone thought they were perfect for each other. Sometimes Deirdre joked with her mother about how she was more in love with Fionn than herself; but the truth was that she loved him a lot, and he loved her back. But again, what wasn't there to love? Fionn was gente and sensible, he was also very dedicated and driven, and he always made time for her, which was a miracle because his job as a lawyer and his philanthropy activities kept him fairly busy. He was the one, she knew it, with him it was simple when it had always been complicated. 

With that warm thought in her heart, Deirdre decided to get out of bed and find him. The room they shared was on the second floor oposite from his office, so she first looked there, but Fionn was not there working. She climbed down the stairs expecting him to be in the kitchen cooking breakfast. But he was not there either. She looked around the ground floor and was about to go back to bed when she heard a muffled sound coming from the basement; maybe Fionn was down there. 

The stairs were dark, but she couldn't find any light switch so she descended keeping a hand on the wall and carefully finding each step with her bare feet. There was some light at the bottom of the stairs and she used it as reference. What she saw inside that room left her petrified. 

The room was painted white and full of shiny metallic instruments with sinister aspect, and in the middle of the room there was a large artifact halfway between a cage and an electric chair where a boy, not older than 7 years, was being held captive. He had been gagged, but his eyes said everything that had to be said, they pleaded for mercy, for release, as his skull had been cut open and metallic rods had been inserted into his brain. The rods buzzed and pulsated, and every now and then the boy twitched and moaned. Deirdre kneeled in front of him. 

-Don't worry, I'll go get help. Be strong, I know you are a strong boy.- she trembled of fear, of realization that she loved a monster. 

-Oh, I don't think any of you is going to get any help.- Fionn's voice said from behind her before the world went black. 

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