Her body was pushed down onto a solid mattress. Her arms were tied down to the side by two large men. All of a sudden, the sensation of a knife carving her left forearm filled her senses. She could feel the sharpness of the blade each time it dipped back down into her flesh. The icy texture contrasted against the heat of her skin. Esme screamed, trashing her body side to side, begging for the pain to stop, Begging for them to stop. They didn't. She was crying and screaming when one of the men slapped her.