It was that Limey doctor bastard, Jack. He was silent as he went to the cabinets and opened one of them. He took something from inside and closed the door. When he turned towards Alice she could see he had retrieved one of his little doctor knives.
She struggled as she imagined what he was going to do with the knife. None of it was pleasant.
"Shall we start?" It was more a statement than a question. He brought the knife to her stomach and gently started cutting into the skin.
Alice tried to pull away but the straps were too tight. Her belly burned and she tried to scream out but the sound was no more than a feeble muted squeal.
Jack continued his work for what seemed like hours. Alice lost consciousness a few times during the tortuous process but each time he would slap her to bring her back to feel each cut. He clearly enjoyed each sound she made and he smiled a little sick smirk as he continued.
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