Instead, he lumbers straight toward the red-haired woman’s table, dragging his zipper down, and I feel fear smash into me like a sledge hammer.
“No—” I choke out, but it’s already too late.
He grabs her hip with one huge, grubby hand, yanking her further down, the other plunging deep in his pants.
“NO!” I scream, thrashing wildly against my restraints, the leather digging into my wrists. “Don’t touch her! Leave her alone, you fucking piece of shit! NO!”
For a second, he pauses. Then his scarred face turns toward me, his single drooping eye fixing on mine.
Shit.
He moves back and storms toward my table before his huge hand clamps around my skull like a vice, followed by metal that bites into my skin.
He forces a heavy clamp around my head and jaw, the mechanism clicking brutally tight, locking my mouth shut.
Reaching for the tray of instruments, he lifts a large, rusted needle already threaded with thick black surgical thread.
My eyes expand, my body jerking to get away, an internal scream filling me as he leans in close, his breath, hot and rank against my face.
With careful, sadistic slowness, he pierces the flesh of my lip, and begins stitching them shut. The rusted needle punctures the flesh of my lower lip, then the upper, tugging the rough black yarn through.
Each stitch burns like fire, pulling my lips tighter together, thread by agonizing thread while the clamp keeps me tortuously still as he works.
Tears stream down my temples, blood trickling from the fresh puncture wounds.
Once my mouth is completely sealed shut, leaving only a tiny, cruel gap left in the center, he grabs a thick, dirty plastic straw and shoves it roughly between the remaining opening, grinding it deep enough that it presses against my trembling tongue.
Then the doctor returns his focus back to her, and she whimpers weakly as he approaches.
He stands at the end of the table, his massive, veined cock already flopped out, hard and dripping with something dark.
The woman’s remaining arm twitches uselessly against her restraints as he forces her stumped thighs apart, lines his cock with her core, and thrusts into her with one harsh stroke.
She lets out a strangled cry as he buries himself to the hilt, forcing her open instantly.
The doctor fucks her roughly, each fierce drive slamming her mangled body against the table. Her severed body jerks and flails, blood and puss pouring from her stumps as his hands grip her hips hard enough to crack bone.
He leans down, his long, grey tongue slithering over her hardened nipple before he sinks his teeth into her breast.
She lets out a high pitched screech as he pulls away with a vicious growl, taking a chunk of flesh with him, blood jetting in arcs.
Her tortured cries and broken weeps fill the room with unbearable suffering. And all I can do is watch in absoluteshock, aggressively fighting against my restraints until the straps bite deep into my wrists.
A single tear slips free from my eye as she shudders beneath him. Yet he never slows his speed, chewing and swallowing her torn flesh as he rams into her.
His thrusts grows more hectic, the wet slapping of skin ringing off the walls.
Until finally, with a deep snarl, he buries himself and floods her insides, pumping until it overflows and mixes with the gore on the table.
He stays inside her for a long moment, his chest panting as thick cum begins to leak around his shaft.
With a satisfied grunt, he pulls out with a wet, vulgar pop, and a heavy gush of foul, yellow-coloured cum pours out of her, spreading onto the rusted table in sticky ropes.
The doctor slowly turns his head toward me, and my back teeth grind together so hard I feel them creak, my jaw locked in fury.
I give him the most nasty, watery death stare I can muster, tears of rage and helplessness streaming down my face.
After tucking himself back in, he picks up thick plastic industrial wrap and starts encasing her disfigured body in layer after crinkling layer of airtight plastic.
