"No! NO!"
I struggled vainly in my chains, my body flailing widely. But Barska's grip held my head motionless while his other hand slowly came closer to my eye with the barbed scalpel.
"NO!!!!" My panic skyrocketed at the seeming inevitability, spiking my adrenaline as I redoubled my frenzied thrashings, my chains clinking loudly.
But I was powerless to resist, my head was held immovably in place, without magic I couldn't do anything to resist Barska's strength and power.
The razor made contact with my eye, and I felt it slicing in. Spiking pain shot through my head, and I could literally feel the tool penetrating my cornea.
"Oh yesssss, scream for me, Little One." Barska chortled in pleasure.
I was immersed in a private universe of pain, it enveloped me and claimed me. Little else existed.
