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It was like I was drowning, not in the literal sense, but figuratively.
I couldn't breath.
Clutching my chest I tried. How do I breath again?
In out and repeat right? Seems right.
So why didn't I feel the relief that usually came with the intake of oxygen into my lungs?
It was so dark, so dry, so hot. I didn't understand.
It had the effect of drowning yet it was too hot to be water. Where was I?
"Clear!" a voice from the side of me yelled.
I could hear them, how come I couldn't see them?
I hear a loud noise then a cold soft material pressed to my chest. Next thing I know I felt a coarse of electricity hit me like a ton of bricks. It jolted my body upwards.
What were they trying to do?! Kill me?!
"She's not responding!" yelled another voice when the material was removed from my chest.
"She isn't breathing!" another yell.
Someones hand held a firm grip on my jaw prying it open and i was chocking even worse as they shoved something down my throat.
What in the name of the Holy Father were they doing to me?!
I clawed at my throat trying to remove whatever it was that they had shoved down it.
"Pin her down!" and yet another yell.
Hands gripped my wrists prying the from my throat holding them on the surface of whatever I was lying on. Bearly releasing their grip the strapped my arms down to the surface by my wrists.
I thrashed against the restraints. Thrashed my arms, legs, head, everything, trying to get free.
Someone petted my hair.
"It'll all be better soon dear." they cooed at me.
I tried to snarl in their direction but whatever was lodged in my throat prevented that.
"She should be fine now. Let her go nurse." a voice to my left.
The apparent nurse did as she was told and freed me from her petting and cooing. Thank the lord!
"Sir, do you think she'll recover?" voice to the right.
"I'll make sure she does, I'm not finished with her yet." left voice.
"And if she doesn't recover?" right voice.
"Trust me, she will." the voice didn't sound none too happy. In fact they sounded angry.
I wanted to laugh. Fucking laugh my head off.
"We should leave her with her thoughts. Come nurse." said the left voice again.
The right voice didn't respond other than shuffling toward what I assumed was the door.
A short pause before it opened, another short pause before it shut again.
I waited for a few seconds listening to see if anyone was still in the room.
Silence, was my reward. I was alone.
I lifted one of my restrained arms. I got about two inches from the surface of the platform before I couldn't get any higher.
I pulled tighter, to see how strong my restraints were.
When I found I couldn't lift my arm any higher than before I settled back into the platform.
I turned my head to the left, then to the right. No restraints there...if only I could see where I was!
"Alison, Alison, Alison." a child like voice chided me. "Won't you ever learn?" the voice got closer to me.
I turned my head in the direction they were and tried to snarl, but yet again, whatever was in my throat prevented it.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Is that any way to treat me dear?" the voice was right next to me. "This is going to hurt." a smirk resonated from the voice.
I wanted to claw whoever this was's eyes out.
There was a quick yank and whatever was lodged in my throat was ripped harshly out. One quick yank, very painful yank might I add, and it was gone.
I scream because it hurt so bad, as I felt blood pooling in my mouth.
Once I stopped screaming I started panting to regain my breath.
"What do you want?" I panted. The blood was now running out of my mouth and down my chin. I turned my head and spit out some off the blood that was threatening to go back into my windpipe.
"Always the one to skip right to the chase, nyeh, Alison~?" the voice taunted at me.
This time I did snarl since there was nothing in the way this time.
The person laid their hands on my cheeks, caressing them, "Don't worry, we'll get to that soon enough." their hands reached up and yanked the covering from my eyes.
I shut my eyes at the bright light that entered my vision so suddenly.
I peeped my eyes, or should I say eye, one of them must have been swollen shut since I couldn't open it, open to look straight up.
Staring back down at me, was ME! Stitches and scars littered my body, along with long dried blood. Branded "X"s litter my breasts so fluently that you couldn't tell breast from nipple. One of my eyes had been sewn shut with a thick black thread and it was still losing blood.
I scream at the grotesque figure of myself being reflected to me in the mirror that hung on the ceiling above my platform.
"Shush, Alison, shush. I'm going to make you beautiful." said the voice, I has still yet too look at the figure the voice belonged too. The last thing I saw was a sewing needle coming into my line of vision before my eyes was forced shut by the voices' hand.
"Beautiful." the voice purred holding my eye lids shut.
The tip of the needle pressed to the underside of my bottom eye lid, then was shoved threw both eye lids in one quick motion.
I scream. I screamed like a girl in a horror movie.
The voice just kept whispering, "Absolutely beautiful." as they continued their work on sewing my eye shut as they moved to straddle me to get a better angle at their work.
I on the other hand just kept screaming, and screaming, and screaming.
"Tis the price of beauty." the voice cooed as they continued sewing my eyes.

Description
It was like I was drowning, not in the literal sense, but figuratively.
I couldn't breath.
Clutching my chest I tried. How do I breath again?
In out and repeat right? Seems right.
So why didn't I feel the relief that usually came with the intake of oxygen into my lungs?
It was so dark, so dry, so hot. I didn't understand.
It had the effect of drowning yet it was too hot to be water. Where was I?
"Clear!" a voice from the side of me yelled.
I could hear them, how come I couldn't see them?
I hear a loud noise then a cold soft material pressed to my chest. Next thing I know I felt a coarse of electricity hit me like a ton of bricks. It jolted my body upwards.
What were they trying to do?! Kill me?!
"She's not responding!" yelled another voice when the material was removed from my chest.
"She isn't breathing!" another yell.
Someones hand held a firm grip on my jaw prying it open and i was chocking even worse as they shoved something down my throat.
What in the name of the Holy Father were they doing to me?!
I clawed at my throat trying to remove whatever it was that they had shoved down it.
"Pin her down!" and yet another yell.
Hands gripped my wrists prying the from my throat holding them on the surface of whatever I was lying on. Bearly releasing their grip the strapped my arms down to the surface by my wrists.
I thrashed against the restraints. Thrashed my arms, legs, head, everything, trying to get free.
Someone petted my hair.
"It'll all be better soon dear." they cooed at me.
I tried to snarl in their direction but whatever was lodged in my throat prevented that.
"She should be fine now. Let her go nurse." a voice to my left.
The apparent nurse did as she was told and freed me from her petting and cooing. Thank the lord!
"Sir, do you think she'll recover?" voice to the right.
"I'll make sure she does, I'm not finished with her yet." left voice.
"And if she doesn't recover?" right voice.
"Trust me, she will." the voice didn't sound none too happy. In fact they sounded angry.
I wanted to laugh. Fucking laugh my head off.
"We should leave her with her thoughts. Come nurse." said the left voice again.
The right voice didn't respond other than shuffling toward what I assumed was the door.
A short pause before it opened, another short pause before it shut again.
I waited for a few seconds listening to see if anyone was still in the room.
Silence, was my reward. I was alone.
I lifted one of my restrained arms. I got about two inches from the surface of the platform before I couldn't get any higher.
I pulled tighter, to see how strong my restraints were.
When I found I couldn't lift my arm any higher than before I settled back into the platform.
I turned my head to the left, then to the right. No restraints there...if only I could see where I was!
"Alison, Alison, Alison." a child like voice chided me. "Won't you ever learn?" the voice got closer to me.
I turned my head in the direction they were and tried to snarl, but yet again, whatever was in my throat prevented it.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Is that any way to treat me dear?" the voice was right next to me. "This is going to hurt." a smirk resonated from the voice.
I wanted to claw whoever this was's eyes out.
There was a quick yank and whatever was lodged in my throat was ripped harshly out. One quick yank, very painful yank might I add, and it was gone.
I scream because it hurt so bad, as I felt blood pooling in my mouth.
Once I stopped screaming I started panting to regain my breath.
"What do you want?" I panted. The blood was now running out of my mouth and down my chin. I turned my head and spit out some off the blood that was threatening to go back into my windpipe.
"Always the one to skip right to the chase, nyeh, Alison~?" the voice taunted at me.
This time I did snarl since there was nothing in the way this time.
The person laid their hands on my cheeks, caressing them, "Don't worry, we'll get to that soon enough." their hands reached up and yanked the covering from my eyes.
I shut my eyes at the bright light that entered my vision so suddenly.
I peeped my eyes, or should I say eye, one of them must have been swollen shut since I couldn't open it, open to look straight up.
Staring back down at me, was ME! Stitches and scars littered my body, along with long dried blood. Branded "X"s litter my breasts so fluently that you couldn't tell breast from nipple. One of my eyes had been sewn shut with a thick black thread and it was still losing blood.
I scream at the grotesque figure of myself being reflected to me in the mirror that hung on the ceiling above my platform.
"Shush, Alison, shush. I'm going to make you beautiful." said the voice, I has still yet too look at the figure the voice belonged too. The last thing I saw was a sewing needle coming into my line of vision before my eyes was forced shut by the voices' hand.
"Beautiful." the voice purred holding my eye lids shut.
The tip of the needle pressed to the underside of my bottom eye lid, then was shoved threw both eye lids in one quick motion.
I scream. I screamed like a girl in a horror movie.
The voice just kept whispering, "Absolutely beautiful." as they continued their work on sewing my eye shut as they moved to straddle me to get a better angle at their work.
I on the other hand just kept screaming, and screaming, and screaming.
"Tis the price of beauty." the voice cooed as they continued sewing my eyes.