I don't get time to process the devastating thought as my arms are grabbed by the two men. They force my hands onto the tabletop, but I fight with the meager strength I've managed to regain.
No matter how I struggle against them, I can't do shit as the fucker grabs my wrist and digs the drillbit into the back of my hand.
"No," I scream, my eyes wide, my blood on fire in my veins.
The sound is sickening, the smell of burning flesh hitting
my nostrils. Then excruciating pain rips through my hand,
tearing through flesh and bone. Something deep inside me cracks right down the middle, and a darkness I've never felt creeps through my soul.
Everything slows down.
Time.
My heartbeat.
My breaths.
The drillbit being pulled out of my hand.
The drops of blood falling from the metal tip.
In slow motion, I blink. I breathe. I watch as my left hand is splayed open over the dirty wood.
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