'Ding Dong'
Again, no sound. Gabby became Mary and stepped through the door into the darkness in which she had left him. She commanded his eyes open, and they looked together at the room, barely altered in the sliver of time that had passed since they last looked. The stool had tipped a fraction further, close to toppling, the rope a little tighter. She forced his eyes closed and presented her image, and heard his sharp intake of breath.
"Mary."
"Yes, Jimmy, it's me."
A noise, somewhere between a whimper and a groan, escaped him. "We don't need to do this, Mary. I'm sorry."
"Oh, Jimmy, we do."
His inner eye could not be closed, and the scene played out in his mind for them both to watch. Mary was a rather plain, slim woman, not really his type, but she was unbelievably efficient as his assistant and needed the job badly. He paid her a little more than he needed to to ensure that she would not leave.
The scene played, and Mary entered the same office with a coffee cup on a small tray. She was dressed in a modest skirt and blouse.
"Please, Mary, we don't need to do this." He was pleading.
"How many times, Jimmy, how many times? Every week or so for what, six years?"
"Why didn't you leave if you hated it so much. I think you secretly loved it." His anger and defiance were rising again; after all, this was just Mary who had always done his bidding.
In the replayed image, she walked across to the desk and placed the tray in the corner.
"Let's have a bit of fun." The young Jimmy said, sitting forward in his chair.
The image froze, and Gabby, incarnate as Mary, spoke to him, "Let's have a bit of fun. That's what you always said." Loathing carried the words through his mind. She shook her head, and the film began again; his inner eye unable to unsee the images. She played five memories, all basically the same, the disgusting, wet sounds and then his feral grunts and her choking.
Then she summoned every scene from his mind which held a part of Mary, and the countless images rose together and hung in the air like layers of fine silk. She turned to watch him as she grasped the top edge and slowly began to tear them all away.
His screams should have been appalling, might have induced pity in a fellow human. His mind was bleeding, and she was happy that these would be some of his final moments.
Darkness descended again. She opened the door and turned, framed by light. "Lots more, Jimmy, I'll be back before you know it."