You take a sip, look up at me as to give your approval, and then follow up with another deep swig.
"You see, Chris, there's nothing to be scared about. Does it look like I'm fizzling now? God, you know, sometimes you can be so anal about everything. Take for instance that time that you..."
As you speak, your neck begins pulsing fluorescent green. It starts off dim, then gets brighter and brighter. The pulse throbs with each word. As you speak louder, the pulse gets brighter. Your voice begins to drop, dropping deeper and deeper, you continue talking.
Suddenly, you feel the skin around your head tightening with a quick tug. The pull gets stronger and stronger, as you feel the elasticity of your skin resisting. The burn of your scalp begins sinking in. You feel the top of your head wanting to rip, while your bangs pull closer and closer towards the t tip of your nose. Cheeks sliding, eyelids drooping, mouth taut, the skin is tight and secure.
"GGGGGAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!"
You release a smothered gasp for air!
"GGGGGGAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!"
split! The skin on the roof of your head breaks quietly. It rips slowly and you feel the cold of the air upon the bareness of your skull as it is revealed sickeningly slowly.
Suddenly, the skin peels itself downward in a single stroke, and a brief moment of painless ecstasy is followed by a scorching tirade of stinging and gruelling torture. Your arms are pinned solidly to the chair.
The pain begins to diminish. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale... Your delicate and sensitive muscle tissue exposed to the indecency of the air. Colors begin to melt together into a beige. Time begins to slow. Pain ceases. Thoughts become a blur. A stew of chemicals racing through your chest.
There is nothing you can do.
Resist no more
Let yourself go
Death has become you
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