Scalpels, stitches and kisses
By Pure Aqua
She winced as the scalpel dug into her soft flesh. She could usually handle pain very well but then again she'd never had someone cut her open while she was conscious. Her eyes closed and her breath quickened as the knife dug deeper and traced a line across her stomach
She started squirming…. Though she was restrained and couldn't move around much..
"My. My. Hold still. You don't wish to die do you?" Stein said with a smile. He glanced at her face. "I just want to take a look inside you….please be a good experiment." he placed his lips on her in an attempt to make her hold still. It worked her face flushed red and she stopped moving around . "good girl."
She wasn't quite sure how she ended up in this position…trying to remember was doing nothing other than giving her a headache so she had given up. She had a problem with not remembering things. It was terrible and she often failed her classes because of it…in fact the only class she'd ever been able to pass was art. You don't need to remember things in art class. You just need some artistic ability.
The scalpel drew another line in her stomach. She didn't feel it as much as the other…she was getting used to the pain. It was actually starting to feel pleasant …
The cutting stopped. She could feel the air touching her insides. That was not as pleasant…. It didn't hurt or anything she was just worried about dust or bacteria getting inside her…it can happen even in the most sanitary operating room. Not to say this room was dirty . No it was very clean. Possibly the cleanest room she had ever laid her eyes on,.
Stein started prodding around inside her. It was an odd feeling but surprisingly pleasing. She…kind of wondered what he was poking at…but with her limited knowledge of the human anatomy…she figured it was best not to ask. Odds are she wouldn't understand.
He stopped prodding and turned the screw in his head.
She. She had never realized the screw in his head…it made her uneasy…what kind of freak has a screw going through their head. She closed her eyes and tried to picture herself somewhere else. Some where other than this table .
He resumed his prodding for a few more minutes then seemed satisfied. He reached for the needle and thread . And prepared to stitch her back together.
She opened one eye and saw the needle about to puncture her skin and squeaked . Her eyes now closed as tight as she could.
"this wont hurt you can relax . You've been a good experiment." he was probably smirking when he said that. But his voice was sincere.
She felt the needle going in and out but he was right it didn't hurt. He was clearly an expert. She was fully stitched up in about five minutes and released from her restraints. She pulled down her shirt to cover her now stitched stomach and rubbed her wrists.
"w…why did you do that?" she asked a look of confusion in her eyes.
"for fun of course!" Stein replied.
The light hit his glasses and his eyes where no longer visible to the girl. He reached in to his pocked and pulled out a cigarette and lit it. His response scared the girl but she stood there for a little longer.
"I suggest you be careful for the next few weeks you don't want the stitches to come out do you?" he said in between puffs.
She nodded. Then fled from the house. She never did figure out how she had ended up on that operating table but she never met him again and her stomach healed perfectly . There was a scar but she was very clumsy so she could just pass it off as an accident.