The woman is in pain.
Her upper lip has been cut away, as have her ears and most of her nose. She wishes she could curl her fingers around the arms of her chair to stop the pain, but her fingers are too short now.
"Please," she whimpers to their attacker, "Why are you doing this?"
Her answer is a slap to the cheek that burns like hellfire and leaves her seeing stars.
The assailant suddenly garbs her face and forces her jaw open. He holds a pair of red-hot tongs in his free hand. The woman realizes his intent and flings her head furiously. She has to get away, but his grip is like a vice.
She somehow manages to scream again when the tongs close around her tongue and pull it out of her mouth. The char-scented steam that rises into her nonexistent nostrils makes her wretch.
Then she sees the scissors.
The man isn't careful not to touch the scalding blades to the corners of her mouth. She shrieks more in horror now as the better part of her tongue falls into her lap. She fears the worst when the man reaches for her pants, but her simply wrestles her phone out of her pocket. His gloved fingers leave no prints. He punches a few buttons and holds the screen up toward her.
"Nine-one-one," the speaker blares, "what is your emergency?"
While the woman scream incoherently in the general direction of the phone, he tosses it callously to the floor and out of her reach, pries an arm off a free chair, hurls it through a window, and is gone.
A/N: I figured I should get this posted now before an episode with almost the same title airs. Dammit, writers, stop stealing my ideas!