How do you see a tool tip on iPad?

Will you tell me what you think about the beginning of my story?

• I would love all the help you are willing to give. I know I have a lot of things that need fixed. One of the main things I want help with is how to make it flow. Please help. If you see anything else that needs fix let me know. Please and Thank You He smiled at me as he brought the sharp tool towards my hip. Slowly, so slowly he pushed the razor into my skin. I closed my eyes and screamed. The pain so instant, it was unbelievable how something so small can bring me the most pain I’ve felt here so far. So carefully he cut, oh so carefully. His breathing shallow, eyes unblinking, and his movements precise. The razor cut effortlessly as his deep, scratchy voice chanted words I’ve never heard before. I screamed like I’ve never screamed before. The screams so loud they echo off the tall sealing and long walls. The only things in the room with us were the small table he kept his tools on, the mound of concrete where he chained and whipped me, the whipps, knives and other such tools hanging on the walls, and the tall object that I was now hanging from. My wrists and ankles were tied to the object so I couldn’t struggle as he cut me. The only thing that kept me from completely losing it were the word my first and last lover whispered seconds before my captor put a bullet through his head. “Don’t let him destroy you. Live, please...God just live... Get out of here. If not for yourself then for me. Escape and find love... Promise me. Promise me and hold true to your promise.” I screamed remembering what came next, and found something that hurt more than the sharp tool that was still cutting designs in my skin. Shattered love, not shattered because of him or me, but because of the selfish *** that refused to share me. Shattered because he’s sick and twisted and gets off on other peoples pain. I screamed now, not because of pain but for the love I lost. He laughed as he searched for a new blade on the table beside him. He rubbed his body against me. I could feel the bulge in his pants. It made me sick knowing that my screams turned him on. He brought his face up to mine to give me a kiss and I spit in his eyes. I smiled as he pulled back, knowing that was a stupid move but I felt satisfaction knowing that I ruined his pleasure. He growled wiping the spit off then grabbed my hair and whispered to me, “You haven’t stopped anything, *****. You only made it worse.” He found the blade he was looking for, smiled, and started cutting and chanting again. I screamed so loud and for so long my voice now starting to go out. Then the pain receded. I opened my eyes to see why he stopped. When I saw what he was doing my eyes grew wide. He had some soldering like tool in his hand. The tip already starting to glow. He sat it down on the table, opened a drawer, and pulled out a vial of a white, shining, powdery substance. I watched through blurry eyes as he put the substance into a funnel like object. He lowered it to my skin and put a small amount on one of his many cuts and the pain returned. It stung as it sizzled. Then he placed the burning hot tool over the substance in my cut. The pain multiplied. I couldn’t breath, I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t do anything but let the tears flow. There was so much pain, all I wanted was for it to stop, to go away. Anything, anything was better than this. For hours and hours he sat there cutting, chanting, and soldering. I lost track of time, it all blurring together into one massive flood of pain. I couldn’t do anything, but wait for the pain to ease, wait for my consciousness to fad. Wait for it all to end. Wait, that is all I have, I have no hope. My hope was taken from me. He took it years ago. My hope started to fade when he slaughtered my family. One by one he took them and as he took them he made me watch. He stole them from me just so I wouldn’t have hope, so I would have no one to return to. He has taken my family, my friends, my lover, and my life. He’s taken everything from me, and yet he keep finding more to take. The pain eased enough for me to breathe. I felt him lean in close and his breath on my ear as he whispered in my ear. “You will be mine, all mine and there will be nothing you can do. I’ll control your every move. You won’t be able to disobey me. You’ll be my weapon. You’ll never escape.” I screamed like I have never screamed before. He couldn’t have me he has taken enough. He can’t have anymore. He went back to cutting and burning. Too much pain, too much sorrow. It all ran together into a massive, burning, ball of hell. It all kept building until I could hold it no longer. I could feel it slowly start to implode. Every small and large feeling building up until I felt I could hold it no longer. I couldn’t let it out, there was just too much emotion. Since I couldn’t let it out I took it all in. Slowly things began to fade. The pain, sorrow, desperation all leaving. I prayed he went to far, I prayed to die, and as I prayed I slowly lost consciousness. I awoke to a bright light, so bright I didn’t dare open my eye. The light bought heat. Not an unbearable heat, but just enough to warm me thoroughly. If it weren’t for the small breas it would almost be too warm. Wait... small breas? No it can’t be. I must be under his ultra violet light. When he uses the light he also uses a fan to cool down. I held my breath listening for the sound of tools, I didn’t hear metal clinking together. What I heard was almost enough to make me lose consciousness again. Birds, I heard birds singing. I must be dreaming. Birds, I can’t believe it. It’s been years since I’ve heard a bird. “Oh God, please don’t let me be dreaming?” I whispered. I had to see to make sure I was really awake. I slowly opened my eyes. Having to wait for my eyes to adjust, the light was just too bright. Gradually I was able to take in the things around me. The first thing I was was grass. Tall, green, and tan grass. I smiled the first smile to grass my face since he captured me. It’s been so long I could feel the muscles in my cheeks working extra hard. Then I saw the trees. They were growing in a huge circle around the grass field I was lying in. They were giant, I kept looking up until I reached the top and was able to see the bright blue sky void of clouds above them. I rolled over so I could see more and hissed in pain. Looking down all I could see was blood. Blood every where, I was covered head to toe in blood, my blood. I sat there afraid to move.

• Answer:

  ..... I'm scared.