It doesn’t matter how deep you drive your rusty hook into me, or how many times you ask me, does this hurt? and twist harder: does this hurt? I will never let you know it did.
I will not accept a drop of water from you to wash myself clean of rivers of blood, the blood I’d rather see pour down my face and all over your guilty hands.
No, no matter any of this, I will never give you the satisfaction of a single of my tears, nor the glimpse of a fleeting flinch, nor the pale glint of a whitened knuckle.
I am speaking, of course, about getting my teeth cleaned.
My dentist is a registered sex offender and there tends to be a frequently revolving door at the office. I had a new hygienist today and had to keep myself mentally entertained while she fumbled about.
Remember, these people are SICK and get into this business because they love to see pain! Never show them! I don’t care if they rip my tooth out and shove it my face, I’ll only smile and ask if they could take one from the other side to keep things even.