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his jaw, to scream at his captor, but he couldn’t. So instead he stared at the wet, thin lips and seethed, breathed it with each mechanical HISS of the ventilator. Mr. Clark leaned back out of view.
    â€œWell, Mr. Prescott,” Clark sounded excited. “I see from your idiotic and ignorant expression that you are not sorry for the pain you have caused. So we’ll begin.”
    Again Steve heard the sounds of muted activity from all around him. He heard the clatter of metal on metal, like tools being assembled. What in hell was going on? The muffled chatter and a flurry of activity around the room disoriented him. He heard more clinking of… surgical instruments?
    Oh my god, No! Surely not. Oh God, please help me!
    Steve stared at the ceiling, his ceiling as he thought of it now, and listened to the clatter of the unseen crowd. He occasionally struggled out a slow, hard blink when the dryness of his eyes became unbearable. A pale halo surrounded the white of the ceiling. With all of his concentration, he tried desperately to decipher the incoherent conversations. His face was hot and his heart felt like it might jump out of his chest. The beeping sounded very fast now, marching out the staccato rhythm of his elevated heart-beat.
    Please…!
    â€œWhat size gloves?”
    â€œSeven and a half.”
    â€œJust one suction.”
    â€œIs there blood available?”
    â€œWe’re going to need epi-soaked gauze at the donor site.”
    â€œI’ll set up the electric cutter. Do you need the mesher?”
    â€œNo, but make sure the bovie is at 30.”
    â€œGo ahead and prep.”
    Steve felt a sudden shock of cold liquid on his right thigh and groin. Hands began to scrub his leg with the freezing solution. He felt it dribble down the inside of his thigh. There was a tug and then a burning in his dick. He tried desperately to shift his eyes downward, to see what was going on, but they only obeyed his command briefly. Nowhere near long enough to see anything. He really wanted to know what they were doing to his dick. The beeping sound of his heartbeat accelerated.
    What the hell is happening? If I’m about to get an operation, why am I awake? Christ, I can feel everything! Don’t they know that? How can I tell them?
    The beeping banged into his head like a nail.
    â€œWow, he is really tachycardic.”
    â€œWell, go figure.”
    â€œTowels please.”
    â€œTowel clips?”
    â€œNo, thanks.”
    He felt warm towels laid across his crotch, then on his thigh, just above his knee. Then more on his inner and outer thigh.
    â€œOk, let’s get it done. Two pairs of pick-ups please. Thanks.”
    Steve could not contain his terror but he had no way to release it. He heard a clinking of instruments and felt a hand pressing on his skin.
    My god, this can’t be happening. Please fucking stop. Please, please, please…
    â€œOk, hold the skin taunt right there. That’s it.” He felt the metal instrument pulling both up and down on his thigh, the skin between stretching tight. A tear trickled down his cheek into his ear.
    â€œElectric blade.”
    Blade? BLADE? Please, god, NO! NO! NO!
    A mechanical whirring sound, like a power tool spooling up, echoed in the room. He felt like he might vomit again; his stomach tightened. A flash of cool pressure on his leg startled him and then…
    An explosion of pain jolted low on his leg. It spread upward as the pitch of the tool became lower, slower. When the whirring sound sped up again, the pressure stopped and the piercing torture relented, replaced by an unbelievable burning over his entire lower body. The sensation of being lit on fire was so overwhelming that Steve expected at any moment to smell smoke. Never in his life had he imagined anything so excruciating. Every nerve fired, trying to mobilize his muscles, to get him to move away from the source, but he remained still. He tried to scream, but the