“Please! Anesthetics! Please… use anestheti—Aaaggrrhhh!”

Agony tormented Charlene. She wished to fall unconscious, yet the very thing kept her all too awake—all too lucid. Thus, she was trapped in a prison of pain, feeling everything.

As her ordeal continued, a man sitting on a couch across her watched and smiled unsympathetically. “Oh, you’re not getting any drug or way out of this, Charlene. I want you to carve this pain deep into the crevices of your brain. You’ll never forget who pushed yo