A NERVE WRACKING EXPERIENCE!

BASED ON A TRUE INCIDENT!!!!

I lay there helpless, unable to move, terror gripping every part of my body, or whatever was left of it. (Since I was perspiring profusely, I assumed that some of my excessive flab had melted away. Incidentally, does perspiration account for body fat?). Anyway, my scientific knowledge about body mass, or the lack of it, was not the question. It was just a vain attempt on my part to add humour to a completely tragic situation, to find the mere hint of a glimmer of silver lining in this big flat cloud.

I know it sounds lame, but can you blame me, considering my extreme distress and anxiety? Every instinct I possessed was urging me to end my ordeal there and try and run away, but I knew that it was hopeless. I was completely trapped. My assailants outnumbered me two to one. I closed my eyes tightly, willing them to go away. The walls of the room seemed to be closing in on me.

My assailants were talking to each other. I tried my best not to overhear, but they evidently did not share my views, and unfortunately for me they possessed loud clear voices.

Assailant number one: "What do you think?"(Ask me what I think, you moron)

Assailant number two, (looks at me, shakes his head solemnly and replies): "The situation has worsened. The damage will be irreparable if we don't take immediate steps. Too bad for her."(Great! What a sweet, caring, sympathetic man.)

Assailant number one: "It will be a bloody job. Anyway, lets get done with it fast."

He then handed assailant number two, gloves and winked, "Be sure not to leave any fingerprints!"(Ha! ha! on top of everything they have a disgusting sense of humour)

Were these people pathetic sadists? Discussing my painful torture right in front of my eyes, pretending I do not exist. They were viler than I thought they were, and I had thought they were extremely vile in the beginning itself. I could have been a piece of mundane tapestry on the wall for all they cared. I stifled a scream as I saw them walking towards me. I tried to get up, but assailant number one hissed, "Don't move. You will just make things worse. Be still." As I started to protest, assailant number two shoved something in my mouth, which scraped my gums and caused them to throb painfully. I tried to mutter angrily, but to no avail, all that came out of my helpless mouth was pure unadulterated gibberish. With a look of horror I saw assailant number one take an ominous looking pointed object, which was making a sickening whirring noise, and placed it near my face......................

And suddenly, I forgot all about my muttering, for all I wanted to was shriek at the top of my lungs. An excruciating pain was racking my whole body. I felt a gush of warm blood in my mouth, and yet they continued with their procedure, completely indifferent to my plight. And a crazy image of Dracula, with blood dripping from his mouth entered my mind. (ummm.......I know I am digressing from the topic, but can tasting ones own blood make one a female Dracula?)

After what seemed ages, (by which I was almost unconscious with fatigue, anxiety and pain, and also a nagging doubt that I would forever thirst for blood on full moon nights) , my assailants decided that I had suffered enough for the day and walked away from me. As I glanced around the room feebly, I saw the door open and my father walk in. Feeling a rush of gratitude and relief I wiped my face and hugged him tightly.

"Are you all right?" he asked, with a concerned look on his face. I smiled brightly and said, "of course. It was just a routine visit to the dentist They performed a root canal treatment on one of my teeth, but apart from that it was no big deal." My father remarked, "My brave girl." and we moved out. But I took a solemn decision that day to abstain from chocolates and brush my teeth twice a day!