Ozzie 2.0

The days ebbed and flowed past, it seemed like months to me, My own private hell it seemed, my own doing I was realising to myself. Visions or flashbacks in dream like states were allowing me to paste together the path to the position I find myself in.

A collection of screams and painful cries from a distant room down the hall I had heard fuelled my inquisitive mind. I knew these had come from the mysterious friend I nicknamed the hellbound wolf'.

I increased the frequency of my visits to the ladies room; I have such a weak bladder these days I mused. Each time I wandered past bound by chains attached to cuff's on my hands and feet, hobbling along, the rattle and clanging the sound made didn’t seem to stir and movement from within the darkened room.

My mute companion was no use to me, despite my advances he never responded nor did he speak, it was like he was stuck in some trance controlled by remotely by nurse bitch maybe, was he actually human I wondered.

I mean I often joked that I could even make a gay male question his own sexuality, so what was it this guy. Increasingly I was beginning to think my attempts to find out what was it with the mysterious tattooed man a few rooms down were fruitless, I should devote my efforts on getting out of here.

I thought I’d been here before, however my I realised I may have had the same Nurse but this place wasn’t some public funded hospital, this was some privately run institution.

Lying in my bed, I was beginning to accept my solitude in this little room, it was giving me time to ponder over my life so far, kind of like I was possessed by the ghost of Christmas past.

It was weird, laying in my bed going over my past, piecing together my life so far, oddly, maybe because I started from blank again, like a rebooted pc, I was more "eeeewww “opps oh mi, I did that" ?

I spent days, weeks in this state, this was starting to depress me, and I was hoping we could skip over the ghost of the Christmas future, I got it already, I was a slut, okay hmmmf, yelled alone.

Blank minds, though are often great places to restart, rebuild your life, just like deleting all your mail at once. I was rapidly loosing track here of time, infrequent visits by staff, little to no communication with me, hey do they care I thought to myself.

It was beginning to think it was going to require some effort to be freed from here; their motive for keeping me here was no clearer to me.

Having nearly overdosed on heroin why was I brought here from some hospital emergency room, I think at least. Without the safety of my drug induced state, more and more questions seemed to be clouding my mind.

"One at a time Ozzie", I said to myself.

First things first I needed some more level of freedom, no way I am going anywhere chained outside of my lil room. I needed to create the perception of trust with my captors. I need to get out more, I’ve done ozzie 1.0 in my head already, I need to move on I thought to myself. I was kicking my feet against the wall in protest, lying on the floor; the cold concrete was starting to freeze my back, the lil gown they gave me missing a few ties on the back, purposeful I thought.

Judging by my previous travels, people were use to the sight of my nakedness.
keys rattling I hear, someone is at the door, mute man I guess, then;

"Hello Princess rise and whine".

I stood up, rubbed my exposed wrist,

"thanks for the cuffs, I miss them already", I said sternly.

"Yes Princess we know all about your love affair with whips, chains and cuffs."

"Love affairs always have a nasty ending though" I retorted.

"Do I detect lil earthliness in our princess, growing a lil babygirl?”

"You don't leave me much option" I said.

"I work in mysterious ways, don’t I", she said.

"Bite me, find your own line, don’t be blasphemous", was the response.

"Now that we are all warm a loving lets get down to work", she said.

"oh joy, work, yay I am a slave now am I"

I was led out the door and down the hallway to my left. I was taken into a room two doors down. The door opened a chair similar to a dental chair sat in the centre of the room. A contraption that seems to fit over ones head was suspended from the ceiling above the chair.

I strange man like a mad scientist stood in front of me. I was starting to feel concerned about this; nervous in trepidation was showing on my face. I felt a comforting hand on my shoulder.

I turned and looked, gave a smile, a simple reaction to a nice touch, given without much thought as to who's hand it was.

I was guided into the chair, looked up at my nurse friend, I was looking like a frightened school girl at the School Dental Van.

Out came the puppy dog eyes, where's the "awwww's" I thought to myself. She simply touched my hand and strapped my legs and arms to the chair. Dr Jekyll Positioned the crown suspended from the ceiling on my head, I felt lil suction
pads from crown on my skull.


Dr Jekyll Attempted to calm my nerves by proceeding to run through what was about to transpire, to me it was a whole series of Blah Blah's, acronyms and words of little meaning to me channelled through my head.

It made no difference I was strapped in for some ride, Nurse Bitchy stood beside me with a smirk on her face, then ouch I felt my body become stiff, then relax, lights out, its dark I see a small white dot. The dot grows, like light getting closer.

Then suddenly like a sudden "bang" I find myself standing on a paved area, I am not alone. I am standing at the rear of a large crowd, I notice the black leather high heeled boots on my feet. I lift my heel slide my hand over the shiny boot
"hmm I like these", I muse to myself.

I don't feel so naked, familiar leather pants check, I grab my tank top at the base, fav top check. I look up a large stage is in front of me.

The stage suddenly goes dark, the crowd gets excited, darkness surrounds us, the crowd chants, I see movement on stage, yay I think to myself I feel the excitement of the
crowd. I feel an inner glow of contentment, I feel associated with having something to do with this event starting, and familiar faces surround me.

I hear "ozzie, Ozzie, Ozzie" black Sabbath concert maybe, not my thing typically but for some reason I feel good about this, "ozzie Ozzie", snap I wake up, stunned I look up at Nurse Bitchy.


"send me back, dam it!"

"What the hell was that?” I yell.

she turns looking at my face as she unbuckles my hands.

To my astonishment she replies, "that is Ozzie 2.0, sweetie".