Lying on the bed, I gritted my teeth and tried not to hiss at the healers. Leaning over me, they intently examined my leg. The hem of a simple light dress was unceremoniously pulled up, exposing even her hips. I blushed with shame and trembled with fear.

And these two, like kites, circled around the bed, deciding my fate.

“We need to cut,” Mr. Valenso ran his finger from the kneecap to the middle of the lower leg. - What to pull? Two cuts and you're done.

“I agree,” my friend nodded wisely.

- Not! My scream scared even me. “I won't let you cut anything. Why do it at...