She clasped his face between her hands and showered his face
with kisses as he laughed in protest to be set free. Today was really turning
out to be a good day. He pulled her closer and kissed her deeply. Then suddenly
everything went black and he felt cold all over.
“Wake your lousy ass up” an unfamiliar voice emitted from a
distance as a force threw him to the ground. He opened his eyes to face two
pairs of black laced boots in front of him, as big powerful hands scooped him
up from the ground.
The men in the black laced boots dragged him into a sterile
operating room and strapped him onto an operating table. He stared out at a
doctor in a corner eagerly assembling her operating tools as the men left.
He was naked before her, his skin smooth and pristine with
no visible marks, no scars, black heads or even a single birth mark, a marvel
of science. As she approached his table with eyes glued to her prize, he
struggled with his restraints trying to pry himself free. “Wh..a.a.att I’m I doing
here?” he asked dejectedly. She moved closer to him and momentarily pointed her
right index finger up in the air. He looked at her stunned and slightly
revolted by her actions as she turned to walk back to the corner of the room,
where her tools were.
Scanning his surroundings, he turned to face an adjacent
stained white tile wall. As he focused on a particular tile, he heard the
muttered wails of men and women from deep within. The sounds only added to his
anxiety. He struggled again pulling his body forward but the restraints pinched
into his skin and held him in place once again. Too exhausted to try again
he closed his eyes and surrendered to his fate, as the doctor shifted through
her tools, clicking and knocking them against each other in an unholy rhythm.
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