She closed her eyes and tried to block out the sounds that carried through from the other side of the door.
Don’t be afraid, she told herself, but she was.
She knew that soon they would come for her, take her into that room, and that some other unfortunate would be trying not to listen as they turned their implements upon her.
It was a perfect example of psychological torture. They could soundproof the room if they had a mind to.
She took a deep breath. Her hands were shaking and her heart felt ready to burst from her chest.
The door opened.
“Miss Fay? The dentist will see you now.”
© Kari Fay
(Author’s Note: Yes, I went to the dentist this morning – despite being several shades of terrified. To be fair, I was lucky to get a very nice and patient chap who put up with the tears and the shaking!)