Searing pain rips through your bones as you writhe on the stone floor; a familiar melody resonates through the room.
No emotion—
Tears fall from your eyes.
Red liquid—
Your nails dig in your palms.
A blade—
Your blood soaked hands go to your hair, gripping it.
A gun—
You pull hard, tearing the long strands tear from your scalp.
"Please no!"—
Your back arches agonizingly.
An explosion—
A scream breaks from your throat.
The men and women look on in shock as one turns off the tune, enters the cell and cradles your face in his hands.
"You okay?"
