tough scene today.

I wrote- and rewrote-the scene where the evil doctor and protag's mother torture a poor nurse for information. The nurse helped the protag escape but refuses to tell them anything. And it gets ugly. And bloody.

I haven't written many torture scenes. I suspect it still may need some work, but my stomach is queasy and I have a steel stomach, if that says anything.

A sampling:


The girl’s face had swollen and blood covered most of it. The final cut still oozed blood, like a river, it coursed downward and saturated the sheets.

Donna whimpered and fought, until her medication took effect.

Dr. Frankoni pressed a mirror into her fist. She refused to open her eyes.

“What, don’t you want to see our masterpiece?” He chuckled. “Fine. Have it your way.” He pulled one eyelid open, and quickly severed it, so fast, she didn’t know what had hit her. Then she screamed. And screamed.

Elizabeth forced her to look at herself in the mirror.

She cried. She screamed. She thrashed around against her restraints.

They calmly watched her from afar, until she’d burned all of her energy and slumped back, still as stone, still bleeding, one eye open for all eternity. She wouldn’t forget. She couldn’t possibly.

She inhaled. “I won’t tell you anything,” she whispered into the silence. “You are monsters and you will pay. Somehow, I’ll make you pay.”

She looked down at her restrained hands, unable to cover her bleeding, tear filled eyes.

“You will pay.”

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Loving this.