Despite she has agreed to come here, and she is in fact paying for the services render in this place – she is not all that excited now that she is laying down. This bed is a bed she is not all that keen to lay on, but now is too late. This is something it must be done.
She took a shower before she came because she knows he is going to make her sweat. When she slightly turns her head and peeks over all the
torture instruments, she feels already her t-shirt dripping wet. “Don´t look”, she tells herself, “relax, close your eyes… Just don´t look.”
And when she hears him coming into the room, he finds her laying down, with her eyes closed – far from relaxed.
On her mind she has gone through what will happen during the next hour, but harsh reality kicks when she feels a needle entering her flesh, and another one, and yet another one. Her eyes remain closed.
He leaves the room as she feels strong palpitations on her chest and more sweat under her breast. She know this is normal but at the same time, there is nothing normal about this. When she hears him coming back – because still she didn’t dare to open her eyes, her nostrils open at the smell of sterile plastic gloves close to her face.
“Open up”, he orders, and one last deep breath, one last useless attempt to relax, and the sound of drilling instruments fills the room as they invade her body.
They say that in stressful situations, when both animals are in shock by fear and they somehow feel defeated, they fall sleep. She is thankful Mother Nature gives her that option -a temporary death that allows her, when every time she goes to the dentist, she ends up falling sleep.