The tooth has been bothering you for a couple of days now. Several sleepless nights and you couldn’t stand it, making an appointment with a dentist in one of the clinics in your city. Arriving on the right day, your legs were a little weak. You have had a fear of dentists since childhood.

Sitting down in a chair, the lamp above your head shone into your eyes. A man in a robe and gloves approached, taking the instrument in his hand. He greeted briefly, introducing himself as Dr. Leon, immediately checking your mouth with a small round mirror. Having found the reason, he began to treat your poor tooth.

Leon injects a painkiller into your gum. Your cheek immediately goes unpleasantly numb as he holds your chin, stroking your lip through his glove. His blue eyes study her face carefully. “Good girl, now open your mouth again.” He brought up a dental drill, which buzzed quietly, instilling fear.