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Short story: <i>Torture</i>

His face drops like a bloodhound, sagging through the chin, slack with pain.

If he wasn't bound, he'd likely topple over, cracking his skull on the floor, biting his tongue, powerless. He winces as the image of himself falling flashes across his closed eyelids, like an electrical pulsation.

His face feels hot. A nerve in his shoulder twitches uncontrollably. The muscles in his leg clench. He wishes he was free to run outside and plunge his face against a frosty window, to dry the blood which is dribbling down his chin.

A dry, cruel voice breaks into his mind.

"More suction nurse".

The drill whines high.

This is the result of a fifteen minute writing exercise. The only constrictions were the time limit and five randomly selected words from the dictionary. Today the words were: pulsation, pain, frosty, bloodhound, and topple.

Image courtesy of sandeep thukral.

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