Ko-fi

The doctor opened a drawer, removing a number of glinting instruments which he say set on the tray beside me, and what looked to be a large doll's head. As he carried it closer, through heavy eyes I saw the delicate features upon its porcelain-like face.

He held it up beside my head, pressing the cold plastic against my paralysed cheek.

"Like I said, the braincase on the female model is a little small for a man. It might be a tight fit, though you look like the soft and squishy type."He shrughed. "Perhaps I'll just have to leave some of you behind when I'm scooping you out of your skull."

He set the head aside and to my ever-growing horror selected a circular saw from his implements, flicking it on. He pushed aside my hair, tracing an imaginary line over my skull with his finger. The last thing I heard, over the shriek of the saw, was, "Relax, you won't feel a thing, once I've finished removing your body."