• The lights turned on molmentarily. Then the flickering began. Luan sat down on the stained red bed in the middle of the room. She reached out to her side to find her dismantled shpes from the last session. Torture. She placed her naked foot into the puddle of thick liquid. She lifted her foot to notice the bottom dyed red. This thick liquid was blood. Torture. There was a knock at the door. The session was ready to begin. She lay there not moving. Her heart was racing. She turned the light off. She lay there close to tears. It was about to begin. Torture. Death. These two words flickered threw her head. She began a quite sob as it walked threw the door. He held his hand up. Visably there was something in it. His hand came down. The lash of the whip snapped. Her thigh was bleeding terribly. She began to scream as this continued. The man held up a drill and started to drill threw her kneecap. Blood dripped from the broken kneecap. The knee was bleeding severly. It let out a bloodlurst laugh. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she entered an everlasting sleep. Torture