Malpractice.
์ง๋จ ๊ฒฐ๊ณผ Struggle is futile.
Leather straps bind your limbs tightly to the gurney. You hear a cool, sinister voice in your ear but are too dazed to make out words. Their breath is cold. The awful squeaking and scratching of wheels against floor echoes around you.
Youโre in danger.
โAshtonโฆโ you recognise your own name and feeling returns to your clammy face.
You manage to glance over.
โYes, yes. That is you, isnโt it?โ
Your face burns as you attempt to form words through your lips, only to utter something inaudible.
โAshton, how kind of you to donate yourself to me~โ the Doctor chimes. Theyโve wheeled you into a musty theatre. Bulbs flicker on and fill the vast, empty room with a quaint buzzing.
Youโre wearing nothing but a necklace bearing your name engraved onto a tag. The Doctor abruptly shoves something sharp into your bare arm and before you can articulate, youโre being administered a viscous, violet fluid which makes your insides warm. They grin beneath their mask, eyes shining brightly as they gingerly take a pair of large scissors from the tray beside them.
As a cloying sleepiness washes over you, you hear her say: โWhat a well behaved specimen~โ
She presses her cold gloved fingers to your chest, pausing for a moment before she begins her ghoulish work.
โPlease stay still.โ
Youโre just conscious enough to see what she does to you, but unable to do a thing about it. Your pulse quickens as the tool glimmers under the dim bulbs and makes its descent to your hapless flesh. There is a great deal of pain.
Sanguineous is simply delighted at what frail little screams you manage to force out.
โOh, hush now, Ashton, my little duckling~โ
You taste blood. Black spots plague your vision and the buzzing grows so loud it deafens you to all but the Doctorโs dastardly voice.
โYouโre a vital part of my work, you know. I donโt know what Iโd do without this fresh bone marrow of yours.โ
She traces your jaw with her thumb, hushing you. Youโre so close to death. You swear you seeโฆtendrils..?
Something slippery curls almost lovingly around your neck.
โโฆwhy, you may have the prettiest organs Iโve seen~โ
Leather straps bind your limbs tightly to the gurney. You hear a cool, sinister voice in your ear but are too dazed to make out words. Their breath is cold. The awful squeaking and scratching of wheels against floor echoes around you.
Youโre in danger.
โAshtonโฆโ you recognise your own name and feeling returns to your clammy face.
You manage to glance over.
โYes, yes. That is you, isnโt it?โ
Your face burns as you attempt to form words through your lips, only to utter something inaudible.
โAshton, how kind of you to donate yourself to me~โ the Doctor chimes. Theyโve wheeled you into a musty theatre. Bulbs flicker on and fill the vast, empty room with a quaint buzzing.
Youโre wearing nothing but a necklace bearing your name engraved onto a tag. The Doctor abruptly shoves something sharp into your bare arm and before you can articulate, youโre being administered a viscous, violet fluid which makes your insides warm. They grin beneath their mask, eyes shining brightly as they gingerly take a pair of large scissors from the tray beside them.
As a cloying sleepiness washes over you, you hear her say: โWhat a well behaved specimen~โ
She presses her cold gloved fingers to your chest, pausing for a moment before she begins her ghoulish work.
โPlease stay still.โ
Youโre just conscious enough to see what she does to you, but unable to do a thing about it. Your pulse quickens as the tool glimmers under the dim bulbs and makes its descent to your hapless flesh. There is a great deal of pain.
Sanguineous is simply delighted at what frail little screams you manage to force out.
โOh, hush now, Ashton, my little duckling~โ
You taste blood. Black spots plague your vision and the buzzing grows so loud it deafens you to all but the Doctorโs dastardly voice.
โYouโre a vital part of my work, you know. I donโt know what Iโd do without this fresh bone marrow of yours.โ
She traces your jaw with her thumb, hushing you. Youโre so close to death. You swear you seeโฆtendrils..?
Something slippery curls almost lovingly around your neck.
โโฆwhy, you may have the prettiest organs Iโve seen~โ
What is Dr. Sanguineous to do with you upon her table? She just canโt wait to toy with a new specimen~ (based on my original character) โฑ TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR: NEEDLES, SHARP TOOLS, BLOOD, DEATH. ALSO VERY LONG!
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