I looked down the blade of the knife, it shone under the harsh blinding light of the fluorescents above us. “Well then, let’s get started why don’t we.” She pressed the blade to my cheek, carving out the underside of my left cheekbone. I felt the blood drip down the side of my face onto the operating table. I relaxed my muscles the best that I could. If I were to flinch or jerk my head to the side I could quite possibly lose an eye, or she could possibly nick my nose. “Well sugar, you’re a trooper aren’t you?” she said with a sickeningly sweet snicker. “We’ll see about that then wont we…” she stated coldly.
She turned and grabbed a sharpie from the table of tools
just out of my view. She popped off the cap and started marking a dashed line
on my right thigh, then vertically across my left kneecap. She moved to my
abdomen and made another dashed line across my belt line. A shiver went down my
spine and she must have noticed because she stopped and said, Oh? Nervous
aren’t we… Don’t worry, this procedure will be over before you know it.” She
let out a creepy giggle that made me cringe. She went back to work with the
lines over my body. When she was done
she picked up a rubber tube from the table with her tools and moved to my right
leg and tied it above the dotted line she had made earlier, then she picked up
a sharp and jagged saw from her table of tools. “This is probably going to
hurt… a lot.” She smiled at me sweetly. “Try not to scream, it messes me up.”
She took the saw and started to saw at the line on my thigh, excruciating pain
shot through my body while the majority was focused on my leg. I wanted to
scream and cry and try to escape but I couldn’t move, I couldn’t bring myself
to move a muscle in my body. I sat there and took it, all of this pain. She
hadn’t sedated me, or done anything to stop me but tied my arms and legs down.
I just couldn’t move.
She continues to cut and slice away at my skin, ripping open
my flesh painfully. Tears fell from my eyes but I still made no sound. I didn’t
move or flinch, I only trembled. She kept cutting and laughing, though I don’t know
why. The pain almost caused me to faint. I stayed awake through the entire process
of my mutilation. She would turn to me and talk sometimes, but I didn’t hear a
word she said. At one point I looked down at my abdomen to find that she was
removing my organs. Another tear slid down my cheek and I looked back at the
ceiling to try to avoid thinking about it more. My mind wandered to all of the
things I would normally think about before I fell asleep, things to keep me
awake and make my mind race.
I felt a strange pressure on my thigh, she had removed the
rubber tie that was stopping me from bleeding out. “Well darling, it’s been fun
but I’ve got to run off to my next playdate. Goodbye sugar!” She ran off before
I could protest. I sat there in a pool of my own blood, in the most pain I’ve
ever been. Finally, I couldn’t take anymore. I screamed, I let out the demon
inside of my lungs. I broke the silence taking over my world. The last thing I heard
in my mortal life was the sound of my own wails of agony.
Original Work by P.H.
