Their head hurt and their vision blurred. Their worry, unexpressed. Face locked; drill held tight. Another looms closer, it's still form looking down. They closed their eyes tightly. The drill turned on, making piercing noises.
The drill is screaming.
The drill is put to their skull. The other's form looked reluctant. The form left the room and came back with sharp utensils and tools. The form held their skull down, pushing their head to the ground.
But nothing happened again.
A headache started and all sound stopped. When sound slowly came back, loud shuffling and blades sliding across surfaces were heard. They once again felt their eye, their eye was hollow, their eyeball taken out of its socket. Half of their soul, now in the hands of someone else.
The drill is screaming.
It lasted for only a few seconds, then it was over. They felt for their eye again, and it was there. They smiled. Half of their face was gone, their eye no longer being able to be hidden by the eyelid, now no blockage for the eye to express itself.
The pain splitting in all directions. This was not a fair deal.
Them forever tainted by the drill.
