@i-am-your-dentist // continued.
“Then how ‘bout ya sit ya ass down before ya injure yaself more, huh?” Even though, to him it didn’t matter if she caused herself more pain, to be quite honest he was enjoying her squirming as he dug his nails into her arm. The bruises on Audrey’s arm, from both his death grip on it and from forcibly breaking it minutes had already started to form. “Good” the dentist scoffed “Next time maybe ya will learn to behave before it gets to this point. Now keep ya damn arm still!”
Finally freed from her stupor enough to function on this minimal level, she took the order and sat. A pained yelp at that vice-like hold he had on her had to be allowed, and, looking at the spreading DISCOLORATION, she thought it was earned (even if she wouldn’t say as much out loud). “I’m sorry, Doctor. Please, Doctor, please let go. It—” KEEP STILL, he’d said, but her whole body seemed to tremble with the throbbing pain of the arm. She suppressed another cry, and strived to deny the cringing instinct of her pain. “It hurts. Please!”
