The Object of His Affection, Chapter 1

The Object of His Affection, Chapter 1

Mike woke up slowly, as if a fog was being lifted from his subconscious. His eyes opened slowly as he tried to sit up. What the hell? he thought. He couldn't sit up. It was as if his body was frozen. He struggled to move his legs, arms, head, anything but found himself completely immobile. Sleep paralysis, he mused. Must be. He lay there for a moment as his eyes slowly began to focus. On the walls someone had pinned pictures. No, not pictures, they were computer printouts of pictures.

Each piece of paper on the wall was of a different woman. But they all had one thing in common. Each of the women had some sort of disability, and most were in wheelchairs. Some were in manual chairs, some in electric chairs. A few had ventilator hoses attached to their throats, and some seemed to have cerebral palsy. Those who were not in wheelchairs were usually in bed or encased in an iron lung. Oh shit, he thought, as the realization came to him. This is my collection.

Fully awake now, he fought harder to move, to no avail. It seemed the only movement he could manage was his eyes and a few facial muscles. Straining his eyes to their furthest extent right and left, he saw metal barriers on either side of the bed. This isn't my bed. This is a hospital bed. But the room itself seemed to be his bedroom. However, he knew he didn't have a hospital bed, but rather the nice king sized bed he shared with his... wife.

He heard noises from the hallway. That had to be her. Did she have something do with this? He attempted to yell for her, but all that he could manage was a loud moan, much like a seal. "Be right there, love." She didn't seem at all concerned, as if this was perfectly normal.

He lay there for what seemed like an eternity as he evaluated his situation. How could this happen? Now that he thought about it, he couldn't remember ever going to bed in the first place. He let his mind go back to the events of the previous evening. At least, he assumed it was the previous evening. He and Cheryl had gone out for dinner, then come back to their home for drinks. She had poured him wine, and they had toasted to their marriage. He remembered the wine had tasted funny. But that's it. Had he been drugged? Why?

Finally he heard Cheryl enter the room. "Hello, dear." He was still lying flat on his back, but if he strained his eyes downward, he could barely see her standing at the foot of the bed. He attempted to speak to her, but again, all he was able to muster was a slight moan. "Now, now dear, it'll be just fine," his wife said, her voice smiling. "Let me help you out." She walked around to his right side. Looking to his right, he could see that she looked normal at least. She picked up what looked like a small remote control and his bed began to sit him upright. When the bed stopped moving, he was at least sitting at an angle. His head hung limply. Cheryl smiled and placed a small pillow around his neck, then put his head back upright. He turned his eyes to face her and moaned slightly.

Cheryl chuckled slightly to herself. "I see you've figured out your predicament by now. You can thank a friend of mine for that. You see, I found your little "collection" a while back." His eyes widened as she smiled at him. "At first I was horrified. But as I kept looking through image after image and website after website, I couldn't help but start getting a little excited. I knew I had to do something to get back at you. But it wasn't until a few weeks ago I discovered a little drug. I contacted my friend and she was able to mix up a little cocktail for you. If you haven't figured it out, your voluntary muscles are, for the most part, completely paralyzed. They couldn't guarantee complete paralysis, but it's good enough for my purposes."

"You see," she continued, walking around the bed, his eyes following her. "I decided you needed to be taught a lesson. But I wanted it to be something I could enjoy as well. So, for at least the next week," she paused, enjoying the look in his eyes, "I'm going to be taking care of you. You won't have to lift a finger. But then, you really can't, can you?!" She laughed as the full weight of what was happening hit him. At least a week? he thought. These few minutes have been an eternity!

Um, hello, I think.

I'm giving in and joining the blogspot revolution! Maybe I'll actually write some in this one. I've got some wonderful stories percolating in my head, and I really think I should actually put some of them out there on the interwebs.

Here's hoping, at least!

-Alexis