"I have something for you. A present. Something you asked for. Can you guess what it is?"
My body is held under his. I can’t move, but I feel something cold, metal?, briefly touch my stomach.
"You can’t have it unless you guess what it is."
I frown….. I don’t ask for things, usually.
"I’ll put it somewhere interesting, maybe then you’ll remember."
I feel him open me, then push something inside…. yes, it’s metal, it’s so cold it burns. I squirm around, trying to dislodge it, whatever it is, to stop the burning. But he puts a hand firmly on my stomach.
"Stop. Moving." "Guess."