The scalpel glinted under the harsh glare of the surgical lamp. Deep red beads of blood trickled and dropped from the operating table, bursting on the pristine white floor tiles.
Saline solution prepared, the surgeon began to wash the wounds. The anesthetic begun to wear off and the patient slowly awoke, edging towards consciousness, from feverish dream into nightmarish reality.
Vision cleared as sleep dispelled, the masked doctor loomed overhead. In panic limbs convulsed against their leather restraints, a mouth opened in a soundless scream, suffocated by the terror that accompanied helplessness.
“This will hurt a little” the surgeon soothed.