I heard an unclick of a permanent marker and felt the tickle of it running for the top of my neck to the tip of my tail. He then every few centimetres drew a large circle along the line doing to small dots either side of my tail. Everything was calm for a moment, I started to formulate a plan to escape when I heared the unsheathing of a knife and a twinge of panicked crept into my eyes.
I knew what he was going to do and I wasn't happy about it, the cool stainless steel knife touched the top of the line and slowly, slowly cut into my skin drawing its way down the line on my spine, I realised that the temporary paralysis is wearing off but I didn't dare move since it would wreck my plan of escape. With each little dot my torturer cut across it making tiny crosses all the way a lot my back and my tail, I heared the unclick of the marker again.
' oh great' I thought to myself ' what had he forgotten now' and then I felt the movement of the table it was slowly rotating until I was facing upwards, I saw my torturer holding the knife in one hand its blade was decorated with splattering of my blood and the permanent marker in the other. He drew close to me the marker slowly, carefully drawing two circles on my fore-head the knife grew ever-closer to my face, I wanted to scream but my voice wouldn't work
"What's the matter A18ZJF92W4" (yes my name is a bunch of numbers and letters) said my torturer with slight joy in his voice "not afraid of the knife are you" that's when he slowly cut the two crosses into my head, then the table started lowering until it felt like everything was on fire but I wasn't be crushed, the same happened to my face. Tiny needles entering the crosses and into the bone delivering a substance which will do, who knows what. I felt the table turn the right way and in the distance I heard the cruel voice of my torturer "happy birthday".