The brutal, sadistic fiend, known as the doctor, said that when he returns, heís going to turn on the video cameras, and using a pair of surgical
shears, remove what little clothing Iím still wearing. After that, for the amusement of his live streaming video audience, heís going to place that
blood-stained plastic bucket between my legs, then, using a razor-sharp scalpel, cut my belly open from the underside of my sternum down to my crotch.
He promised that the stimulants heís already injected me with would ensure that Iíll remain conscious long enough to watch my entrails finish spilling into that waiting bucket. He also said Iíd still be aware when he grabs a handful of my hair, roughly pulling my head back, and uses that scalpel to cut my throat from ear to ear.
When he locked these restraints around my wrists, I knew that I would die in agony while helplessly hanging from them. I have no expectations of mercy and absolutely no hope of surviving what he intends to do to me. After all, itís what Iím paying him to do...