Shir woke up oblivious to her surroundings as she looked about the dimly lit room noticing to her left an odd looking and rather old vanity drawer set against the green fade wall. To her right she found a relatively new-looking crate that supported the weight of a small television. In front of her was an aged and cracked mirror that revealed to her that their was a strange contraption that held two sheets of metal inside her mouth which protuded slightly. She also was aware now that she was being bound by several chains that prevented her from much motion. The television to her right flashed as she looked at it realizing what was enevitible. A dull white puppet with swirls of red into a target shape on its cheeks appeared on screen.
"No," she pleaded through strained lips.
"Hello Shir," The puppet said as its mouthpiece moved up and down, "I want to play a game. Your career as a secret agent gives you the liberty of torturing answers out of your enemies; however, recently it has become more of an addiction than a nessicary precaution. Has it all become a demented obsession of unneeded violence or just a sick pleasure to just enjoy as you watch man or woman, young or old die at your hand even when they have given you the precise information you require. Today I'm giving you a chance to prove me wrong. The device on your head is in the formation of old dental braces. The metal sheets will run on a track and slowly cut through your cheeks and give you a permanant smile. The key to the device is in the dressor to your left. After this chat is concluded you will have one minute to stop the device from giving you a horrible decapitation, or you will experience the pain of a slow death like the experience you have given your captees. Live or die Shir make your choice." And with that the screen went blank and like the puppet said the device started to cut through her cheeks on the track.
"AHHHHHH!" Shir screamed as the device slit through her cheeks. Fifty-five seconds remained. Sucking up the pain she looked over at the vanity drawer and wondered if she could reach over which could prove difficult since she was chained. Fourty seconds remained. Deciding it better to reach than do nothing she extended her arm and tried with all her might to reach the dressor. Thirty-five seconds remained, her face was starting to resmble to Joker from Batman. She groped the handle of the top drawer and opened it. Thirty seconds remained. She fumbled through the desk as hot tears stained her pretty face. Twenty seconds remained. Her fingers caressed an item that had a metailic feel: the key! Fifteen seconds remained, her face was bleeding horribly and soon the blades would cut her brain stem. Shir pulled out the key and inserted it into the lock on the back. Ten seconds remained. She undid the contraption and threw it to the floor, "WAHHHH!" She cried as the door behind her openned and the sillohette of a toddler on a tricycle was in the doorway. The figure came in and rode over an unevend pach of floor and imediatly the chains released her. She feel to the floor crying out her aqua-blue eyes.
"Congratulations, you are still alive!" The puppet's voice came from the doorway, "Most people are so ungrateful to be alive. But not you... not anymore..."