Write about something: tightening.
Busy day of getting ready for our trip. Mowed the lawn this morning, ran several errands in town this afternoon, picked some produce to bring with us this evening, and packed up most of my things tonight.
Now for a good night's sleep and a smooth voyage to our first destination tomorrow.
I've grown used to the pain, it would seem. Or perhaps I've just gone numb? Either way. It is a pleasant change. I would not say I'm comfortable, of course. But this is a definite improvement.
I should put on more of a show, lest someone notice and feel the urge to do something about my newfound relief. Bring back that pained expression. Maybe grunt and groan.
Okay, easy now. Don't overdo it. They know what they're doing, how much pain they should be causing me.
What if I'm supposed to be dead now?
Okay, that moan of despair was legit.
So why is he looking at me like that? Oh no, he's coming this way. Quick, think of something. Anything. Make him stop. Don't let him d-
Oh no, the leash is tightening again...