[ WP ] A clinical psychopath volunteers to be a test subject for a drug that allows them to feel emotions . It is successful : describe the first few moments after the drug was taken .

I was the CEO of a large, successful and illustrious paper company. I know, paper. It ’ s not something to boast about when it comes down to a career path ego-off with the colleagues, but it paid extremely well. My friends, or shall I say more realistically, ‘ associates ’ are really just petty men having been handed big pay-checks by their relatives. I didn ’ t like them, nor did I hate them; I envied them. They led seemingly happy lives with passions and feeling; the smiles on their faces contorting with each emotion they felt; one moment glad, and then the other disappointed. One of my closer associates, whatever than means, had a wife: Cordelia. She was textbook beautiful; the contours of her face, sculpted seamlessly symmetrically. She had long luscious lashes fluttering like the wings on a monarch butterfly; her gleaming sapphire eyes stout and observing, motionless, emulating a moonlit lake on a starry, soundless night. Cordelia was lovely. She was bold and enchanting, and had a giggle that could melt hearts. Mick, her husband, unknowingly was her bottomless ATM. Much like me, she was similarly gone. I could see through the charm and flattery; she could see through me too. 
 
 
 “ Hello, darling. ” She said with puckered lips. Mick blushed. “ Cory, would you mind taking the car home earlier today? I have some extra work that needs to be done. Oh, actually, ” Mick flustered, looking thwarted by his forgetfulness. “ I have poker night with the guys today. I ’ m sorry honey. I ’ ll get you something tomorrow. A new dress perhaps? ” He sported a sheepish grin in attempt to get on her ‘ good ’ side. 
 “ Fine then, ” Cory pouted, “ suit yourself. ” She stood up slowly ever so slightly moaning seductively, revealing a sliver of panty. Just enough, however, to tickle Mick ’ s leaking lust reservoir; he looked at Cordelia leave with desperate admiration. 
 
 
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 “ Jeremy, love. Please don ’ t make the discussion about Mick. We ’ ve talked about this way too many times. He is a great guy, he just can ’ t handle himself. He ’ s still a boy. ” 
 
 
 “ Yes, alright ” I said, looking intently at Cory. I took a sip of wine and continued, “ What about this new pill they ’ ve been talking about? I think we should go ahead and give it a try. It could give us something new, something else to talk about other than politics and Mick. ” 
 
 
 “ Yes… ” she pondered the idea. “ I have a friend that I could talk to. ” Cory placed her knife and fork on the table, and looked me in the eyes. “ What do you think it feels like, you know, to feel something for others? To have empathy for your family. ” “ I really don ’ t know. ” I responded quickly. “ Exciting seems to fit that description. ” My lips curled up weakly, hoping that my facial expression mirrored something other than monotony, and more along the lines of, ‘ do this for me, please. ’ 
 
 
 We sat in silence eating our lavish lemony salmon dish. Dessert was a small homemade sundae with hot melted chocolate drooling over the creamy winter vanilla: it was delicious. When Cory had left we had agreed to test the pill at least once, for adventures sake. Cordelia had contacts all around the city. She was well known and respected in her field; ironically specialising in Psychology: she worked as a therapist. Not only that, but Mick surprisingly, was also extremely well connected, mainly because his father was well respected, but that didn ’ t make a difference to me. 
 
 
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 A week had passed by since our dinner date and it was time to pop the pill. I met Cory outside of the pharmacy. “ Ready? ” she asked as we met each other ’ s gaze from across the parking lot. I nodded. Usually things never bothered me. I had never had sleeping problems ever, not even after my mom had passed away when I was 14: she died in a car crash; it was brutal: none survived. But this was different. I didn ’ t feel anything per say, but something was stirring, nothing that I had ever really felt before. It had taken me 20 minutes more than usual to fall asleep, partially because I could not get this image of Cory out of my head; we were both smiling, looking longingly at each other almost like there was a warm aura around us. 
 
 
 We stepped into the building simultaneously; the sterile scent of Purell filled my nostrils. ‘ What was I doing taking pills for personal problems, ’ I thought; the idea had intruded on my basic personal values: only weak people take mental pills. I looked at Cory who seemed to be thinking along the same lines. I nodded again. We stepped into one of the back rooms where an elderly man was standing holding two pills, exactly identical; he was beaming, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. 
 
 
 “ Hello! ” said the man. He looked down on the clipboard laying on the table, “ Jeremy and Cordelia, yes? ” We nodded. “ Great. My name is Dr. Sykes and I will be guiding you along this ground breaking discovery. Shall we get started? ” Without waiting for a reply he walked briskly passed us, pulled up two chairs from the back, and gestured for us to sit down. “ Now, this is something that I have been working on for a very long time, and I think that I have perfected it. According to both of your files you two don ’ t seem to respond in typical human responses when faced with significant struggles in a person ’ s life, yes? ” He eyed us both, squirming with excitement. “ As you can see, I am experiencing what people would call excitement. ” I looked at Cory who looked back. Somehow we knew exactly what the other was thinking, ‘ this guy was looney. ’ 
 
 
 “ Before you take the pill however, I want to tell you exactly what might happen to you both. The idea for this pill is to penetrate your emotional defences. It is a very mental process but I think you two will have no problems coping. This will seriously turn your life upside down; I guarantee it! The pill takes about ten minutes to take effect so I want you both to clear your mind, take the pill and sit around with your eyes closed. I will be taking the time so you know when to open them. Any questions? ” 
 
 
 I didn ’ t really know what to say. On a normal day I would tell this guy to shut up and have a glass of whiskey, but something about the pill made me hold back. How was I going to react? This was the first time that anybody had made a choice in my life; this was the first time I let another person dictate a significant event in my life. It was uncomfortable. Cory shifted in her seat, also clearly troubled by the implication of getting dictated by a complete stranger. 
 I grabbed the glass of water in front of me, placed the pill on my tongue, and swigged it. I closed my eyes. I heard Cory exhale and the sound of a glass being placed on a table. She had taken it too. It was only a matter of time now. Unbeknownst to me it was at this moment where my life ’ s perspective, and the lives of millions around the globe, would be drastically altered into perpetual euphoria. 
 
 
 I waited, and waited, and waited. I could hear the soft sound of Cory ’ s breathing and the frenzied rumble of Dr. Sykes ’ scribbling. Five minutes had passed and I felt no different. I presumed my stomach had just now started digesting the contents of the pill and I closed my mind again. Another minute passed by. An image flashed in my head, and as fast as it had arrived, it disappeared. I felt a jolt in my stomach; I flinched. My heartbeat quickened; what was going on? My breathing intensified, it was getting deeper and deeper. My lungs started to quiver and I felt like I was about to hyperventilate. 
 
 
 “ Ahhh! ”, screamed Cory. She was breathing very fast, much like myself. I opened my eyes and looked straight at her bewildered. I don ’ t know what had gotten into me but I couldn ’ t stop myself from speaking; I blurted out, “ Cory! Are you ok? What ’ s going on? ” She turned to me wide eyed, grabbed my hand and squeezed it. She was warm and sweaty; her hands tightened with remarkable strength around my fingers. We had never so much as touched each other before; we had on occasion rubbed shoulders in the hallway when she visited the office but never were we intimate. Cory opened her mouth, colour was spreading across her flawless face, “ I thi- I thi-, ” she stammered, “ I can feel something! I- I- I feel you! ” 
 
 
 I felt it too. There was a deep rooted knot in my stomach. I couldn ’ t speak anymore. The situation felt way too real. My face was hot, sweat started beating down my face. Memories of loved ones flashed across my mind. We stood up chorus, and faced each other. Slowly and certainly we moved closer and closer. My hands spread across her slim waist: she quivered with pleasure. Our noses touched. We pressed our bodies against each other. I stared straight into her deep blue ocean eyes; waves were crashing, the sun was shining and nothing could be better. I wanted her. I desired her. I needed Cordelia Daise. 
 
 
 Cory ’ s arms swung up and knotted themselves around my neck. She moved in closer and closed her eyes; I closed mine. Time had stopped; there was nothing but me and Cordelia. Her lips, soft, wet and luscious sealed themselves around my own. Kissing her was the best moment of my life. I caressed her trembling physique; moving my hands down I lifted her up and laid her down on the desk in front of us. Raising her hands I removed her blouse, now with confidence and grace. We could not get enough of each other. 
 
 
 The time we stayed in that back room was timeless; it could have been an hour, it could have been two hours but that made no difference. Cory and I were sprawled on the floor, giggling with newly liberated desires. We bounced out of the pharmacy with invigorated vitality, like a pair of adolescence in their turbulent teens. Our hands were clasped together as one ready to take on the world; our perceptions of the world reformed for the greater good. 
 
 
: P 

