The Human Tray

From the scar archive Domestic function records / tape 04 She's not 'the girl' in this scene. She's the side table. A metal tray is tethered to her nipples, holding a glass while she stands beside the doctor's armchair, silent and perfectly still. The doctor comes in, sits down, and watches a hard session from deprivation lab records - tape 05. brown noise and pain fill the room while her own pain is small, sharp and constant - the laces pulling at her nipples all the time the tray shifts. Her job is simple: don't spill, don't speak, don't move unless the furniture would. The doctor finally rises, tips the last of the drink over her face, and she thanks him like a good piece of lab equipment. Mandated. executed. Recorded.