Luna Rising
I shifted my gaze to his monitor.
Allie was strapped to a table, naked except for simple bands of cloth draped over her chest and groin. Thin metal spikes attached to wires had been driven into her torso, her arms, her thighs. The doctor with the snake tattoo was standing next to her, a dial in his hand. Her body went taut, her mouth open in a silent scream, as he turned the knob and current ran through her.