Pain Threshold

"You are such a sissy. You cry so easily..."

Sylvia had enough of being made fun of. They were right though, she didn't have a high pain threshold.

Crying in bed, she punched herself, punishing her body for being so weak.
After a while punches didn't make her cry anymore. She started pinching herself.
Once she could endure that she started experienting. Needles? How about cuts?
Saltwater on open wounds? Lemon juice?

Surely with practice she could take anything.

She grew bolder. How would she look "under" her skin?
Tomorrow she'd show them!

"Hey, wanna see me touch my guts?"