sounds of artificial death

Strapped to the modified gynecological chair, the fear hits you.
The room is dimly lit and the smell of human fermentation overpowers.
There is somebody in the room with you, and you realize intense fear.
Unable to make a sound, you sit...tears staining your face.
Stabbing pain, worse than any you've felt before.
you hear a pop which reverberates through your body
As your eyeball is punctured.
A soddering iron is to blame.
A fist connects with your face.
You hear the sound.
Your jaw hangs limply, throbbing with a pain both sharp and dull, no longer able to close.
The taste of blood, familiar, but not in this quantity.
You are being killed for fun.
A baseball bat is forced into your front orifice.
You feel a firey agony as the flesh rips with an audible wet tear.
You realize that you cannot scream.
Your larynx has been bypassed.
No air will flow past your vocal cords.
You pass out.
Blackness is your friend in this room.
No pain, no sounds, only darkness.
You awaken.
Time doesn't seem to have passed.
You feel a slow movement.
The head of the chair, to which you realize your head is strapped, is slowly rotating.
You try to free you arms, but you are nailed to the chair.
Your face numb, and your organ throbbing and bleeding, you await death.
The rotation has almost stopped.
You look well beyond your shoulder.
You can hear popping and snapping, the pain unbearable.
The tube in your throat whistles as you "scream".