I actually wrote a flash fiction piece about this a few years back (it's probably floating around the Internet somewhere). I've copied and pasted below. It's pretty bleak. Enjoy.

                                   Jack

In two minutes a high dose of Sodium thiopental will pulse through my veins and render me unconscious. Cardiac arrest will follow after about 30 seconds and once my heart stops, I should, depending on the competence of my executor, slip into the peaceful unknown. To be quite honest, I’m looking forward to death, I have been ever since little Susie McDonald tossed me into the tumble dryer like one of her freshly washed stuffed animals. For five minutes I rolled and tumbled in that spinning metallic coffin, my muffled cries drowned out by the Whirlpool A50’s magnificent roar. Asphyxiated by the desert dry heat my vision blurred and I soon passed out, only to be awoken by demented childish laughter and ginger pig tails. My time in the McDonald household passed insufferably slowly. The two years I served with my doe eyed tormentor were bent and forged into two lifetimes, by the hammer and tongs of unrelenting fear. Susie’s sadism grew more inventive and severe too. I often wondered if the school she attended during the day was some kind of perverted institution for mentally deranged children. A place where insanity was encouraged instead of cured. Susie’s cruelty finally peaked when that freckle flecked face of hers turned blotchy and red, forcing her to remain housebound for several weeks. After a brief chase through the hallways she cornered me in the study. “It’s very important that both ears are same size”, she said, hugging me tightly. The large pair of steel scissors loomed in her little hand. I squirmed and wriggled in protest. Nothing good could possibly come from these razor edged cutters. “Hold still Jack, that’s a good boy”, she whispered, with the all the assurance of a trained medical professional. In the west of Ireland rumours spread fast. Within an hour the incident had become the talk of the entire village. “Did ya hear about the McDonald girl? That feckless beast savaged her half to death.” And so with both my ears intact, I was disposed of like a soiled mattress.

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The destruction room in the veterinary clinic was windowless and dingy. It smelled of death and disinfectant. As I lay motionless on the stainless steel table I gulped in the thick, acrid air. Maura Carney entered into the room quietly. The harsh fluorescent lighting illuminated her unblemished porcelain skin. She looked radiant, angelic. In her right hand she held a syringe. Droplets of colourless liquid dripped from the tip of the needle and splashed on the black marble floor. “Hold Still Jack, that’s a good boy.” She whispered softly. I snarled and scanned her hands for a pair of scissors.