The death of a thousand licks
I got careless. Stupid.
I relaxed. Should have known better.
It was so quiet. I was on my knees, cleaning the lowest bookshelf. I never noticed the two black ninjas sneaking up on me.
I never even got to put up a fight. They had me on my back, pinned to the floor in a fraction of a second. Without a sound. The torture started immediately.
The death of a thousand licks is really a variant of waterboarding. It leaves you feeling like you are constantly about to drown. Whenever you think you are able to draw a breath a tongue gets jammed down you throat. With two of them in a coordinated attack I could not even collect my thoughts enough for any basic defense. I was dying. At some point I at least managed to get my phone out and get a picture. I wanted those who found me to understand what had happened.
And then they were gone. Like they had never been there. This single picture is the only proof of my near death.
