Pain. Unbelievable pain.
She cried, she winced, she moaned, but the torturer was relentless. Every few seconds, searing agony coursed through her nerves, and she twitched as tears sprang to her eyes and forged a salty river down her cheeks. Sometimes the pain was quick, sharp, violent, and other times, it was slow, gut wrenching, and nauseating. Blood ran down her ankles, and her lips were red from her contant biting. The torturer forced her down, suffocating her on the ground, and she felt herself choking through the tears and the pain.
"Ow! Jesus Christ, Mom!"
"Oh, shut up, Katherine!" snapped Kat's mom, yanking the twelfth band aid off of Kat's leg. The hairs were ripped off, making Kat shudder.
"Fuck, this hurts!" Kat cried, lying on her stomach on the floor as her mom slowly pulled the strip of fabric from the sensitive skin on the back of her knee.
"I said, shut up."

I will destroy her. Happy Canada Day.