"I lay on a hard wooden bed, strapped down so I would not damage myself as I thrashed around. A small, green, wart-encrusted creature approached. Its breath was rancid and it pawed me with hands so hot they blistered my skin. It wielded a bright, fine-bladed instrument and started work on my upper arms. It pared away skin and flesh in fine slivers, oblivious to my screams. As it worked, pus from its brow dropped into my open wounds."
When I had finished telling them my latest nightmare, they led me, sobbing, back to my secure private ward.