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When you woke up, you didn't actually feel awake. Your eyes fluttered open, but the rest of your body stayed still. Your brain slowly began running, feeling every sensation around you, one at a time. First it was the incredibly bright overhead light that shone down on you, obstructing your vision of the entire room. Then, it was the cold sting of the long metal gurney beneath you. You had a thin gown separating you from it, but still could feel small pieces of it from the small gap on the small of your back. You tried to move, sit up, move your hand, anything at all, but nothing happened. You were unbelievably light headed. It instilled a migraine in the very center of your brain, like an itch that you couldn't reach. You continued to blink around the room as panic set in your mind. You were in a very bright room, naked, couldn't move your body, and you had no idea how you got here. You couldn't even open your mouth to scream for help, you weren't even sure if anyone would hear you.
Just as you were about to try to move again, an incredibly tall figure made their way into your peripheral vision.
“There’s no use in trying to move, doll. I shot ‘ya up a while ago. You're not going anywhere.”
The voice was unfamiliar, but it was deep, and oddly soothing. There was a crispness to it that seemed to calm you, opposing the words that it spoke. A large, dark hand reached over and moved the light out of the way, allotting you a small peek at the world around you. It took your eyes a moment to adjust but you still got a glimpse of the mysterious figure. He wore a surgical mask that hid most of his face, and had deep darkness around where his eyes should be. You could make anything out of his face, except for some dark, slightly curly hair. He began to hum as you watched him grab something from a rollable cart, a long pair of black gloves. While everything about this seemed similar to an average doctor's office, these gloves were synonymous to those of old 60s horror movies, like Frankenstein. They painted him as more of an evil scientist than a doctor.
As if that wasn't enough to terrify you already, you watched as he picked up an unnecessarily large pair of scissors. They weren't clean, and now that you looked at it, almost none of the equipment on his cart was. It was covered in something copper coloured, like rust or dried blood. You prayed it wasn't the latter. As if he could read your mind, the man let out a low chuckle.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, these aren't for you. We gotta get that pesky gown off before we can do a proper exam.”
In that same moment, you felt the dull side of the scissors graze your skin, leaving a cold singe against wherever they touched. You realized then, that you should probably be much more scared than you were. Who knows what this man could be doing to you, yet it hadn't occurred to you to care. It wasn't as if you could do anything about it anyway, so you sat and tried your best to watch. As he stripped away the thin blue gown, any body warmth you had left was officially gone, taken away by the harsh coldness of the room. The temperature change left your nipples at their peak, while the overwhelming scent of alcohol made it apparent that this was only the beginning.
“I’m sure you're probably wondering what you're doing here, sweet thing.”
You looked up at him as he swiftly removed the stethoscope from around his neck and began to place them in his ears.
“You see, when I first laid eyes on you, I knew this is where you’d end up, right here on my table.”
Another cold sting as he placed the stethoscope right on your chest.
“Deeeeep breath for me…”
You mindlessly obeyed.
“And out. Good job, sweet pea.”
You observed him as he placed the stethoscope down and reached for a penlight. All of his equipment seemed eerily outdated, an odd yellow coloring to them, along with countless stains. He brought the penlight up to your eyes and stared down at you, intently.
“Dialated…god, are you light headed already?”
He let out another deep chuckle, this time you could feel the vibrations of it bounce off of him and spill onto you.
“Its just one bag, doll. You are just a frail little thing.”
You followed his arm as he gestured to the IV in your arm that was connecting to a blood bag that hung next to you. You tried to move once again, to find any strength that was hidden in your body. It was like he sensed it, like he was a predator and you were the prey and you both knew that there was no way out of it. His hand came down on your chest, pushing you down further into the table. His hand was large, large enough to almost take up your entire chest. The force of his one hand applied some pressure to your chest, to your lungs. You felt your breath catch in your throat, while your breathing became audible, almost shallow.
“Now, we both know that you know better than to try and go anywhere, sweet thing. You just lay right there and let me take care of you, alright?”
With that, he removed the pressure from your chest, but his hand lingered. His hand slid itself down your body, tracing every curve and bone. You watched as the further his finger went, the wider the smile on his face got. He let out a soft chuckle.
“I knew you were a good pick but god, I underestimated just how perfect you would be.”
He gave you one last look up and down before he took his hand off you. He brought it up to your mouth, using both hands to pry open your lips and inspect your teeth. Your lips were chapped, like it was the winter time. They were dry and brittle, if you stretched them too much they would surely bleed. He put his thumb in your mouth, using the rest of his fingers to cup your cheek and turn your head either way. The taste of his glove quickie infiltrated your mouth, coating it with the taste of alcohol and rubber. Your tongue brushed against his thumb in a way that made you pay attention. It was like he wanted it to happen, like he enjoyed watching them mingle in your mouth. And despite what your brain was telling you, your heart was suggesting that you almost enjoyed it too.
“Look at that mouth, so perfect. No abrasions in the soft tissue or any Palatal Petechiae, that means someone's been a good girl. And all those pearly whites.”
He stared at your mouth for a beat, before squinting his eyes, or rather where they should be.
“Y’know, doll, someone as perfect as you doesn’t just stumble into my hands every day. I think I deserve something to remember you by when you're gone.”
He turned around again with his back to you as he dug through a drawer. You had no idea what he was talking about, but you had a bad feeling in your stomach that was bubbling. When he turned back around, the bright light was caught on his tool, creating a flash in your direction. After it caught your eye, you could clearly make out a pair of pliers. A rusty, old, terrifying pair of pliers.
“I know this is supposed to be about you, but you've gotta let me have this one thing. Just sit still, it’ll only hurt for a second.”
As he moved closer with the pair, you tried your best to get up and run. The best you managed was a panicked look in your eyes and some squirming.
“Hon, quit squirmin’ I don’t want to hurt you.”
You didn’t listen this time, just kept trying your best to get out if you could. An overwhelming sense of dread sets in to you, as if it was all hitting you at once. You tried to scream, but the sound had refused to leave your mouth. You only managed a few worried breaths. You felt as he inspected each tooth, choosing which one he liked the best, before deciding on a molar on your right side. In one swift movement, he latched onto it, getting a firm hold onto both sides. That same grin worked its way onto his face, one that you could see even with the mask on. He jerked the tooth back and forth, forcing it to loosen. The process was long and dreadful, becoming more agonizing every second. You could taste copper as blood began to pool up in your mouth, eventually dripping down and onto your neck and chest. You felt as the tooth snapped and pulled out of place, and it throbbed as if your heart was right in your jaw rather than your chest. IT felt like there was rope trying to keep the tooth in place, and with every movement he made, another rope had snapped.
The copper taste mixed with salt as tears pooled down your face, with no sobs to go along with them. Finally, when it felt like you'd be in pain for the rest of your life, you felt it. A pop. A flood of copper in your mouth as well, but a pop. You watched his eyes fixate on the tooth, as he admired it like it was his own child. Your breathing began to return to normal pace as you finally started to calm down. You blinked your eyes at him, trying to see clearly through the tears. You ran your tongue across your mouth, now feeling an odd empty space that was once full.
You watched as he placed it carefully on a tray, then wiping some of the blood off his hands and onto his white coat.
“You did good, sweet heart. Best I've seen in a while. It’s best when you guys don’t struggle too much. It makes it much more fun.”
He stepped back and extended his long arms. He cracked his knuckles, and his neck while he was at it.
“Now, onto the fun part.”
You felt that same cold sting as the smell of alcohol took over your nose. You felt as he wiped down your abdomen, a yellow hue being left behind from the iodine.
“Alright baby, you're gonna feel a little pressure, but it won't hurt ya. Just a pinprick is all.”
Oh was he wrong. You felt every movement he made with the tool, every centimeter that it traveled within your skin. You felt it slice through you like you were nothing. You felt his cold, gloved hands trace alongside it and how his gentle touch contrasted the rough feel of his tool. You felt blood spill out of you, from your stomach and down onto your hips, tracing your curves, just like how he did. You looked up at him with fear in your eyes, in one last attempt for mercy. He simply looked down at you with that same far-too-happy grin. He enjoyed this far too much, you had no idea what he was planning to do to you, why he had taken you in the first place. You had no recollection of how you even got here, or where here even was. One thing you did know was that this man was gross and perverted.
You suddenly felt as his fingers made their way between the two large flaps of skin, inserting themselves inside of you. His eyes lit up as he felt around you and slowly peeled the skin back to reveal even more of you.
“Oh god. I knew it. You're just as perfect on the inside as you are on the outside…beautiful.”
He continued to utter to himself under his breath, making endless comments on how ‘stunning’ your organs were. He stood there and simply played with them, caressing each one, while you listened to the disgusting squelching noises. You felt like a sandbox in a playground, being ripped apart by a terribly behaved child. After a while though, his demeanor seemed to change. He seemed to enjoy it a bit too much. He started to take his time, like he enjoyed watching you squirm and try to get away, trying to fight him. You saw his eyes as he watched the glistening blood trickle down your body, following it slowly.
He brought his bloody hand up to your face and pushed some stray hair out of the way before cupping your cheek.
“What did I do to deserve such a perfect specimen like you? You're so much better than the others. You take such good care of yourself princess. So brave.”
His words confused you. He seemed so kind and sweet. His praise conflicted you. He had caused you pain and confusion, something you surely would never recover from. But he was just doing what he loved, and he had only said the nicest things to you. He praised you for details you had never even thought about before. It seemed like he really loved you. The real you. He didn't care about how you looked, he cared about what was inside. In fact, he thought it was the most beautiful thing about you. He couldn't stop talking about it. How could a man with cruel intentions be so wonderful?
Just as you were looking at him, you watched as he changed once more. What was once a curious feeling, seemed to change into something darker. His eyes began to to look back and forth from you to your exposed insides.
“Wait a moment, I think I might have missed something.”
He slowly moved down to the other end of the examination table, rather than at your side. He looked through it before he shook his head and let out a ‘tsk’.
“Ahh, here it is, I see it now. You see, doll, these guts…they just aren't positioned right. I suppose I'll just have to…rearrange them.”
He tilted his head at you with a smug smile, one that told you he knew what he was doing. You watched his hands as they repositioned your thighs, allotting him a clear view. You had never been seen like this, never given anyone this much of your vulnerability. You felt his hands creep up to your inner thigh and felt his eyes bore into your core, analyzing and examining every inch of it. You couldn’t do anything. You couldn’t run away. All you could do was trust him, give him this moment and hope he would take care of it.
You could feel your heart start to race inside your chest and your breathing start to pick up. You could only tense up as you felt his pointer finger on your core, running itself in between your folds. Your breath hitched in your throat while you felt your heartbeat travel from your chest to your lower stomach. You closed your eyes, but the bright light still peered through. His finger began to circle around your clit, like a shark circling its prey. Your stomach tightened, which only intensified the pain. He ran his finger through your folds once more, before plunging itself inside of you. The feeling of the glove was different than a hand, it was smoother and colder. You felt as his finger maneuvered around outside of you, like it was looking for something. After a moment, he seemed to have relaxed and began to try something new. He worked his way in and out of you, keeping his hand in one steady motion. He glided back and forth, being very gentle. Though you were scared, the feeling washed over your body and made it very hard to focus on anything else. You might not have been able to move the rest of your body, but your eyes fluttered closed in response, earning another deep chuckle from him.
He took his time, begrudgingly pumping in and out of you, without nearly enough friction. You hated that you were enjoying this, but you couldn't help it. The feeling of being so desired that he watched you and brought you here, taking the time to change you and set you up on this table. He was so careful with you, like you were made of glass. When his hands touched you, they weren't filled with lust or intent to harm, but rather a sort of gentleness you have never experienced before. When he looked down at you, he observed you more than anything, he wasn't looking at you like some piece of meat for him to have. For someone to have taken this much time and effort for you, they’d have to really, truly, care about you.
Suddenly, the pace began to pick up. You felt as his other hand snaked its way up from your thigh, then waist, before finally landing on your neck. His pointer and middle finger dug into a small crevice in your neck, right under your jaw. You could feel your pulse under his fingers, the blood fighting against your veins and beating on his digits. It was a steady rhythm that you were now suddenly aware of. As he pumped in and out of you, you felt as his fingers started to match that same beat. While your heart was pumping blood through your body, he used that as a perfect guide. As your heart rate increased, so did he. You felt your breathing begin to pick up along with it.
Your body was subconsciously reacting to his motions. You were feeling a way that you had never felt before. Every move felt much more sharp than it had before. They felt calculated in a way, like every single movement he made a purpose or reason behind it that you didn’t quite understand. From there, the feeling only increased. It was clear that he knew what he was doing, that he knew how to make you feel good. And it seemed that he was loving it. The pure joy on his face showed that he was enjoying it almost as much as you were. You didn't want to enjoy it, really, but you did. You wanted this. You needed this.
Your body seemed to agree, feeling as your heart beat only picked up even more, along with your breathing. At this point, your eyes were clamped shut. The feeling was incredibly overwhelming, considering you couldn't do anything about it. The feeling had overtaken every one of your thoughts. You loved it, it was both too much and not enough at the same time. You wanted more, but you weren't sure if you could handle it. More tears came down your face as his fingers curled inside you, only intensifying the feeling. His force had the old metal table slightly rocking back and forth, enough to send a small creaking noise out into the cold, dark room.
If you could speak, you'd be spilling out unintelligible moans. It was as if you couldn't even think. After a moment, something changed. It was like the feeling had become deeper. Like whatever it was you were chasing had come into view. Like you had the finish line in your sights and there was nothing stopping you. Like he could read your mind, he seemed to change as well. Like he was hungry. Like he needed this just as much as you did. He became sloppier with his pumps. They weren't as accurate as before, like he was more occupied with your eyes than he was with your throbbing cunt that was right in front of him. He began putting more force behind each thrust, more passion behind it. Like he was the one behind pushed over the edge and not the other way around. He kept going. He kept doing what he did best. He brought his head down low to your chest and listened to your ragged breathing like it was his own personal audio book, written just for him. After a while, his finger on your neck just wasn't enough. His hand came down and dove into your open wound. The pain mixed with pleasure was something so electrifying. His dog is around inside you, feeling every organ as if he was identifying it. His eyes were shut while he spilled unintelligible mumbles to himself. His whole arm was almost inside you when you finally felt him grab your heart. He just grazed it with his fingers. He felt the beat, continuing to match it. His mumbles became small moans and whimpers, like he was the one being pleased. Before you could even process that it was happening, it happened. It was so quick, like a flash, but the feeling took hold of you and kept you for what felt like an eternity. The feeling overtook everything in you, every doubt or fear that you could have possibly had. Your eyes flashed open as you took in a big breath, trying to steady yourself. Your body had been so absolutely wrecked and overwhelmed by the situation, that you didn't even know how to feel. You felt as the final waves of your orgasm pulsed through your body, leaving you with traces that confirmed that had actually just happened. You felt as his big, gloved hands slipped out of you, leaving your heart and core all alone. Your eyes fluttered as you swallowed, still trying to catch your breath. You look down at the man before you, slowly rising to stand up straight again.
He stood and adjusted his gloves, wiping them on his coat and only adding to the mess. He pushed some of his hair out of the way of his face, watching it peel away from the sweat that it was clinging to. He seemed to have finally caught his breath, but his stance was no longer as confident as he was before.
“You did good, doll. Damn it, you did so good for me.”
He praised you, before going back to mumbling to himself again. He looked down at your open wound, still pouring blood, especially when you moved at all.
“I’ll uh, be back for that. Promise.”
He had a small glint in his eyes that made it hard to tell if he was being sarcastic or not. He brought his hand up and ran it over his face, then through his hair again. He turned around to leave the room before freezing and looking back at you.
“Opps, almost forgot. Just one more thing…”
He made his way over to a tall cabinet where he reached up and grabbed a small jar. He unscrewed the lid and pulled out a small pink candy.
“Lollipop…for your troubles.”
He smiled at you once more before unwrapping it and plopping it into your mouth. He slid his hand down from the lollipop stick and let it sit on your cheek as he looked down at you for a moment, almost admiring you. He didn't say anything, only looked, before bending down and placing a small kiss on your forehead. He smiled at you once more, before turning around, ripping off his face mask, and walking out of the room. You looked around the room, noticing small things that you hadn't before. You saw some old posters on the wall that seemed to be from an old doctors office, along with some different kinds of human bones that were on display. The final thing you noticed was a small jar sitting on the counter. It had nothing in it, but it had a small label that read today's date along with, “Kidneys for EJ, Please don’t touch.”