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The curtains open.
I awaken woozy from the chloroform to our old song blasting on repeat in the next room. The carpet, drapes, and walls stained from her last home surgeries.
"Is there anything you would like to say before we begin?" she yells from the next room... I remain silent.
She enters the room stage right, stopping for a few seconds under the perfectly aligned track lighting. Her lips blood red with fingernails freshly painted to match, her skin is pale from the moonlight, she chopped off her long blonde hair and dyed it jet black. She is wearing the dress I bought her, the one she is so beautiful in... I know this is personal now. I always knew that fucking red dress would be the death of me.
Posing with one hand on her hip the other arm straight out to the side clutching her little black medical bag she says "Are you comfortable?"
"As comfortable as a naked man bound with duct tape could be I guess" I mumble while failing to lift my restrained head up an inch.
She pulls a chair from across the room and sits down next to me. "sorry about the lack of leg room, I just thought it was fitting to use the dining table your father bought for us. I bought a shitty bottle of scotch for you, would you like a few sips?"
"Just pour it in my mouth, I can breathe through my nose"
"You silly boy... tisk tisk, you know I can't let you have a lot... you would bleed out too fast." she says as she pours out three perfectly portioned one ounce shots then feeds them to me.
"You really want me to die slow?" I say in a fit of mad laughter
Looking perturbed from my laughter she quickly stands, fast enough to knock down the chair she was sitting in. She slaps her hand down just benieth my chin and digs her nails into my cheeks. "Why would I kill you? I enjoy hurting you way too much."
She picks the chair back up sets it back in place. She sits back down very ladylike, crosses her legs, then lights two cigarettes in her mouth and puts one in the corner of my mouth. "I'm going to cut up your face so bad that nobody else can love you but me."
I begin to sob so violently that the cigarette falls out of my mouth.
She leans in and says "don't worry baby, its gonna be ok. You wont be alone that long. I just have about twenty guys to fuck before we can be back together again... It should be three years tops"
She drops her bag down on the table next to my face and starts pulling out scalpals and knives. "Since you have been such a good boy so far, im gonna let you pick which one I use."
I methodically laugh. "Suck my dick you fucking cunt"
She scowls. "You just lost your local anesthetic privileges"
In the meantime I have worked my left arm free. "I don't want the fucking novacaine! I want you to use a fork from the kitchen!" and point with my free arm.
"Oh you naughty boy, as you wish"
I awaken later and bloody, I must have passed out from the pain. She already has me bandaged up. I yell "Why did I have to be naked for you to cut up my face?"
She walks in from the kitchen, reaches up her dress and pulls down her underwear... she climbs on the table and looks down at me "Because I wanted to give you something to hold you over until I come back for you"
The curtains close
I awaken woozy from the chloroform to our old song blasting on repeat in the next room. The carpet, drapes, and walls stained from her last home surgeries.
"Is there anything you would like to say before we begin?" she yells from the next room... I remain silent.
She enters the room stage right, stopping for a few seconds under the perfectly aligned track lighting. Her lips blood red with fingernails freshly painted to match, her skin is pale from the moonlight, she chopped off her long blonde hair and dyed it jet black. She is wearing the dress I bought her, the one she is so beautiful in... I know this is personal now. I always knew that fucking red dress would be the death of me.
Posing with one hand on her hip the other arm straight out to the side clutching her little black medical bag she says "Are you comfortable?"
"As comfortable as a naked man bound with duct tape could be I guess" I mumble while failing to lift my restrained head up an inch.
She pulls a chair from across the room and sits down next to me. "sorry about the lack of leg room, I just thought it was fitting to use the dining table your father bought for us. I bought a shitty bottle of scotch for you, would you like a few sips?"
"Just pour it in my mouth, I can breathe through my nose"
"You silly boy... tisk tisk, you know I can't let you have a lot... you would bleed out too fast." she says as she pours out three perfectly portioned one ounce shots then feeds them to me.
"You really want me to die slow?" I say in a fit of mad laughter
Looking perturbed from my laughter she quickly stands, fast enough to knock down the chair she was sitting in. She slaps her hand down just benieth my chin and digs her nails into my cheeks. "Why would I kill you? I enjoy hurting you way too much."
She picks the chair back up sets it back in place. She sits back down very ladylike, crosses her legs, then lights two cigarettes in her mouth and puts one in the corner of my mouth. "I'm going to cut up your face so bad that nobody else can love you but me."
I begin to sob so violently that the cigarette falls out of my mouth.
She leans in and says "don't worry baby, its gonna be ok. You wont be alone that long. I just have about twenty guys to fuck before we can be back together again... It should be three years tops"
She drops her bag down on the table next to my face and starts pulling out scalpals and knives. "Since you have been such a good boy so far, im gonna let you pick which one I use."
I methodically laugh. "Suck my dick you fucking cunt"
She scowls. "You just lost your local anesthetic privileges"
In the meantime I have worked my left arm free. "I don't want the fucking novacaine! I want you to use a fork from the kitchen!" and point with my free arm.
"Oh you naughty boy, as you wish"
I awaken later and bloody, I must have passed out from the pain. She already has me bandaged up. I yell "Why did I have to be naked for you to cut up my face?"
She walks in from the kitchen, reaches up her dress and pulls down her underwear... she climbs on the table and looks down at me "Because I wanted to give you something to hold you over until I come back for you"
The curtains close