She must be from out of town.
No one from this town would come see him. Not anymore. Not after all those shameful deaths c All it proves that humans are weak with out their hearts. And he loves those hearts. Loves them to pieces.
He would never break those hearts to pieces though, oh no, only cut a whole so /it/ would fit..ah, hearts feel so nice, with all the blood and-
She fs here now, she raps on the door three times. One, two, three. Three times he fs fit it in the hearts today. Feels so-
She knocks again.
He fs seeing white spots from behind his eyes. Ah, he fs ready now, just need to clean up, he shouts towards the door.
He zips up his pants, walks towards the door. Opens it, puts a huge, fake, obviouly fake, no one can mean a smile that big, smile.
She has her arms crossed, she fs worried.
But desperate.
She has long black hair that goes to her mid back. She fs pretty, he thinks, her heart will be nice to have.
He gestures to the surgery room, she nods, quickly walks in.
Should this be dragged out, hear her screams of pain, for hours and hours until she finally leaves this world?
Or it will it be quick, and possibly damage her lovely heart..?
Quick, he thinks, he hasn ft had a fresh heart in months. Silly creatures, you humans, scared of dying. Embrace it.
He licks his lips, gives her a little-too-hard push onto the surgery table. She looks worried. Shit. The heart, the heart, just get the heart, make it quiiick, you fre feeling that feeling again, get it over with. Newer hearts feel better, the blood still pulsing through it, still warm, ahh-
She bites her lip. Ahh, so..cute.
He straps her onto the surgery table. She squirms, he reassures her, in a sugar coated voice.
No anesthesia for you.
She blinks. No-
- that is a big scalpel, oh shit, what is he doing what is he doing help, somebod-
Her scream rings out through the room, through the building. Mmm, what a beautiful scream, and her blood, such a lovely colour, on her clothes, ohhh, gotta get her heart-
He plunges the scalpel in her chest, trying to not hit the heart, the heart fs not good damaged. Then he fd need to get a new client, but this one...ahh, her heart fs gonna feel so nice..~ There fs a hole in her chest now, he keeps making it bigger, she keeps screaming, he keeps feeling THAT get harder..ohh, he can see the heart. She fll be dead soon.
He rips it out of her chest. She gives one final short, quiet, almost whispery scream.
He flashes a maniacal grin at the heart. Oh, so nice, so warm and so, mmmm, gotta make the hole, gotta fit it in, now now nooow-
Not right now. Another rap at the door. Another heart?
Mmm, the more the merrier.