“Please! Anesthetics! Please… use anestheti—Aaaggrrhhh!”

Agony tormented Charlene. She wished to fall unconscious, yet the very thing kept her all too awake—all too lucid. Thus, she was trapped in a prison of pain, feeling everything.

As her ordeal continued, a man sitting on a couch across her watched and smiled unsympathetically. “Oh, you’re not getting any drug or way out of this, Charlene. I want you to carve this pain deep into the crevices of your brain. You’ll never forget who pushed you into this hell.”

Charlene screamed and finally blacked out.

When she opened her eyes again, the man brought her a mirror. Cold light reflected off his ring as he gave her a window to her new self.

She took it. She saw a face wrapped completely in bandages, with only bloodshot eyes peeking out to glare back at her.

Hate materialized within her and coursed in her veins, boiling more and more until it reached a fever pitch. The man grabbed and tipped her swollen, brutalized chin to meet his