Needle and thread close to my lips. Blood trickled down my face as the small silver devil pierced my skin, in and out the thread went. I tried to scream but it was hopeless. I could no longer talk.
Eventually the man with the needle stopped and the other man that had originally shushed me went over to the tray and got some Victorian style clothes. He put them on my shaking body. All five men were standing around me now, all with needles and threads. Suddenly they all pierced my skin once again and the crimson blood covered my body.
Everything went black.
I was back in the dark room, or at least I think I was...