Torture

“Please…” I whimper again, squeezing my eyes shut against the light.

Fingers pry my eyes open and I’m forced to look up into the unnaturally blue eyes smiling behind that shining, white mask.

“Ssssh…” he says, pressing his fingers into my forehead. “We’re only just beginning. I want to see what’s under your skin.”

 As the knife slides under the skin of my stomach I let out a shrill scream again and fall back into darkness.