The caption across her stomach read Kivra: 10 Secrets to Torturing Success. I flipped through the magazine briefly, but almost every page seemed to contain detailed drawings and diagrams of various methods of mutilating human flesh. I tossed the magazine back on the table and picked up another.
The Crochet Hook, February 1973 edition. I immediately selected another magazine. Vomiting Journal. I gave up.
Moments later, a door on the far side of the room opened and a pretty young woman who appeared to be dressed as a nurse stepped out. She glanced up from the clipboard she was holding. "Giles, Jason?" she called out.
That was my name. Mostly out of habit--because this is how things worked in waiting rooms--I stood up, gave a quick wave, and started walking toward her. She flashed me a sweet smile and said, "The Devil will see you now."