The Divine Nerve: Healing And Ecstasy

On Her Knees

"You want to break my bones?" Silas repeated softly.

Mrs. Higgins snorted, flicking her cigarette butt into a dirty puddle. "You heard me, Rat. Boys, teach him some manners."

One of the bouncers stepped forward, cracking his knuckles.

Silas didn't back down. Instead, he laughed, a dry, humorless sound.

Slowly, Silas reached into his pocket. "I was thinking of paying off my arrears tonight and getting a good night's sleep. But since you went through the trouble of throwing my belongings into the street..."

Silas pulled his right hand out.

Under the dim streetlights, the cash looked incredibly conspicuous. Four hundred dollars, the "tax" from the Viper Gang earlier, rolled neatly. And tucked between the bills was the corner of a shimmering ten-thousand-dollar bank check.

Mrs. Higgins’s eyes went wide instantly. Pure greed replaced the arrogance on her face. She made a quick hand gesture, signaling her bouncers to halt.

"Wait," Mrs. Higgins said, her voice shifting into a fabricated sweetness. "Silas, Honey... you should have told me you had money."

She reached out with fire-engine red fingernails, intending to snatch the cash.

Silas yanked his hand back fast.

He clicked his tongue, wagging his index finger at her. "This money was for you. But now? It seems I’d be better off using it to stay at the Ritz Hotel. At least there, the bellhops don’t throw guests' luggage into the gutter."

Mrs. Higgins’s face tightened. "Don't play games with me, Silas. You owe me."

"And you owe me an apology," Silas cut in sharply.

Suddenly, Silas’s right eye twitched. The Divine Nerve activated.

The world around him faded into grey. Silas’s gaze pierced through the tight dress Mrs. Higgins wore, through the skin, down to the neural network beneath.

He saw it. In the lower back, right at the L4 and L5 vertebrae, there was a glowing red inflammation shooting down to her hip and right thigh.

“Look at that,” Victor whispered in his head. “Her Sciatic Nerve is severely compressed. This woman lives in agony every second. She must be popping painkillers constantly just to stand up.”

Silas smirked. A new weapon.

He stepped forward, closing the distance until Mrs. Higgins took a step back, intimidated.

"You look tense, Martha," Silas whispered, deliberately using her first name. "Is your back acting up again? That burning sensation shooting from your waist down to your right leg? Feels like being stabbed with hot nails, doesn't it?"

Mrs. Higgins’s face paled. "How did you..."

"I'm a nurse, remember?" Silas lied smoothly. "I can see the way you stand. You’re putting all your weight on your left leg. You haven't slept properly in five years. Sleeping pills don't work anymore."

Mrs. Higgins fell silent. Her secret was out. That pain was her personal hell, making her the vicious, temperamental woman she was.

Silas reached out. "Let me prove it."

Before she could protest, Silas pressed his palm against her right hip.

He didn't massage. He sent a small shock, an injection of bio-electric energy that disrupted the pain signals in that nerve.

"Aahh!" Mrs. Higgins gasped.

But it wasn't a scream of pain.

In a second, the torture that had plagued her for years vanished completely, replaced by a paralyzing warmth. Mrs. Higgins’s knees went weak. She would have collapsed if she hadn't grabbed Silas’s arm.

"Oh... Oh God..." she hissed, eyes closing. "It’s... gone. The pain is gone."

Silas pulled his hand back abruptly.

"ARGHHH!"

The pain returned like a tidal wave, ten times more agonizing because of the contrast with the relief she just felt. Mrs. Higgins fell to her knees on the wet pavement, groaning as she clutched her waist.

The bouncers looked confused, moving to help.

"Back off!" Mrs. Higgins screamed at her men. She looked up at Silas, tears of pain welling in her eyes.

"What did you do to me?" she whimpered.

"I gave you a sample," Silas said coldly, looking down at her. "I can cure you, Martha. Permanently. Or I can walk away right now, and you will live with that pain until you are old and crippled."

Mrs. Higgins crawled forward, gripping the hem of Silas’s jeans. Her pride was shattered by the pain and the promise of a cure.

"Please," her voice was hoarse. "Fix me. I’ll do anything."

Silas smiled faintly. "Anything?"

He leaned down, leveling his face with hers.

"First, tell your guard dogs to bring my stuff back into the room. Don't let anything get damaged."

Mrs. Higgins nodded frantically. "Do it! Now! Bring it inside!" she yelled at the bouncers.

"Second," Silas continued. "This money..." He patted his pocket. "...stays mine. And you will waive the rent for my room. Forever. Consider it the medical f*e."

Mrs. Higgins didn't think twice. "Yes! Free! Free forever! Just please... take this pain away. It’s killing me."

"Very well," Silas said.

Ten minutes later.

Silas’s apartment room felt warm and dim. The bouncers had left after dumping Silas’s things in the corner. The door was locked tight.

On Silas’s somewhat hard foam mattress, Mrs. Higgins lay face down. She was still wearing her dress, but the back was pulled up, exposing her lower back and curvy hips.

"You promise this will work?" Mrs. Higgins whispered into the pillow.

"Quiet and relax," Silas commanded.

At this moment, Silas asked for Victor’s help. "What do I do now?"

“Just listen to my orders!” Victor replied.

Silas stood beside the bed. He rubbed his hands together, summoning energy from the Divine Nerve. His hands began to glow with a faint aura visible only to him.

Victor gave instructions on exactly what to do.

Silas placed both hands on Mrs. Higgins's lower back.

This time, he wasn't playing around. He channeled a steady stream of energy to repair the damaged nerve sheaths.

"Mmmpphh!"

Mrs. Higgins’s body tensed. Her feet kicked the mattress softly.

The heat from Silas’s hands seeped into her flesh, seeking the center of the pain and dissolving it. The cellular regeneration process triggered the signature side effect of Silas’s power, Ecstasy Resonation.

"Oh... Silas... right there..."

Mrs. Higgins’s moans began to change pitch. From whimpers of pain to wet sighs of pleasure.

Silas’s hands moved down, massaging the point around the tailbone with rhythmic pressure. Every press sent shockwaves that made her entire body tremble.

“Look at her,” Victor chuckled in Silas’s head. “The fierce lioness is now purring like a cat in heat. Break her defenses, Silas. Make her beg for more.”

Silas pressed deeper.

"AAAAHH!" Mrs. Higgins let out a stifled scream, her hands bunching the bedsheets until her knuckles turned white. Sweat began to soak her back, making her skin glisten under the dim yellow light.

"It’s so hot... but so good..." Mrs. Higgins rambled, delirious. "Don't stop... Please don't stop..."

The atmosphere in the room grew heavy and intense. The scent of Mrs. Higgins’s cheap perfume mixed with strong pheromones of arousal.

Silas felt powerful. The woman who had insulted him, who held power over his shelter, was now lying helpless under his hands, moaning his name.

Suddenly, Mrs. Higgins flipped over with a speed that surprised him.

Her face was flushed crimson, her eyes glazed and misty with lust, her hair messy and sticking to her sweaty face. The pain in her back was completely gone, replaced by an exploding wave of libido.

She grabbed Silas’s collar, pulling him down roughly until their faces were inches apart.

"Forget about the rent..." Mrs. Higgins whispered, her voice husky with desire. Her hot breath fanned across Silas’s face.

The woman's hands moved wildly, groping Silas’s chest, then sliding down toward his belt. "Pay me with your body tonight... I want you..."

Silas was stunned for a moment. He intended to dominate, but the situation was spiraling out of control.

"Mrs. Higgins, wait—"

"Call me Martha," she hissed, pulling Silas down onto her on the mattress.

Just as Mrs. Higgins’s lips were about to devour Silas’s, and the situation was about to cross the line...

CLICK.

The sound of a doorknob turning.

Not the front door. But the bathroom door in the corner of the room.

Silas and Mrs. Higgins froze. They turned their heads simultaneously toward the sound.

The bathroom door opened slowly. Steam billowed out, carrying the sweet scent of strawberry soap.

A young girl stepped out from the steam.

She was wearing only a single white towel wrapped around her body, barely covering her upper thighs. Her hair was soaking wet, her skin pink from the hot shower. In her mouth was a toothbrush, still frothy with toothpaste.

The girl stared at the scene before her: Silas pinning Mrs. Higgins on the bed, clothes disheveled, sweat dripping.

The girl’s eyes widened in shock. Her toothbrush fell from her mouth to the floor.

"Umm..." The girl said innocently, blinking in confusion. "Sorry to interrupt the party... but who are you guys?"

Silas stared at the girl. Then at Mrs. Higgins.