“Please, please,” the girl wept. “Don’t do this! I don’t want to die!”
Her captor tightened the leather straps around her wrists, then laid out a plastic roll of surgical tools on the table next to the dentist’s chair.
“Then don’t worry!” he said cheerfully, picking up a scalpel. A wicked smile spread across his face. “I assure you I’m going to keep you very much alive…”
The scalpel glinted evilly in the harsh fluorescent light.