Deception

It wasn't painful at first. The initial waves at first felt a little tingly, a sense of losing what is dear to you. Wasn't painful, only saddening. I could see the brick red lines seep out from under my fingertips, from my very veins. The board I was strapped to felt cold, the wood splintering my flesh. I couldn't see my feet, but I felt the warmth being drained out of the soles of them. I couldn't make out the room I was becoming a part of, but I could hear the laughter.
Chuckling resounded off the hidden walls, resonating within my ears. It was as endless as it was heartless. It struck an icicle of fear into my rapidly growing cold chest. I struggled to make sense of it all. I couldn't. I shivered from the draining. I could feel myself becoming nothing more but a husk. The outer rims of my vision began to darken, beckoning me even.
In the center of my vision, however, I saw the one laughing at last. I couldn't hear its echoing footsteps over its laughter. I couldn't make out the clothes it wore, but I saw its face. Filled with confusion and anger, I struggled at my restraints. I tried to scream but found myself lacking the breath. I had forgotten it had been taken from me.
I locked eyes with my predator. It smiled as I heard it flip a switch with a smile. I could feel something coming to me. But it wasn't what I just lost. It was something different. Something foreign. I trembled. The monster began to fill my shell with something i could not identify, only fear. It began to laugh again.
I wonndered why it was doing this.
Why was it replacing all I had with it's own substances?
Why was it wearing my own face?