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"Necks," said Malfatto calmly, "are fragile little things."
He was dictating to a young woman tied tightly to a chair. She squirmed bravely for escape, but her eyes - wide and bulging with fear - betrayed her. The doctor found it fascinating. He caressed the pale skin of a dead man, whom he had once considered a threat. After all, a doctor like him couldn't exist when his glorious toxins had a cure. His eyes were glassy and staring, compared to those of the woman, but his head was facing the wrong way. His chest was against the wooden operating table, whilst his face was turned towards the ceiling. Faint green veins protruded from the corpse's forehead, no longer pumping warm blood around the body. It didn't take much for the woman to guess his fate: poison combined with a snapped neck.
Malfatto gently tapped a vial holding repulsive black liquid. The woman was breathing quickly, chest heaving as she watched him approach. Out of his sleeve he brought a gleaming syringe, obviously conscientiously cleaned. His leather shoes made no noise as he came closer. The mask he wore, bearing the terrifying resemblance to a glaring crow, lowered to her level. He spoke smoothly but indifferently to her.
"You, my dear, are particularly weak." The words chilled the air, causing goosebumps to appear on the woman's skin. He inserted the syringe into the vial and drew the black liquid into its thin vessel. "This here - a very potent poison - will either kill you immediately or draw out your death to last several hours. All it depends on is you."
Her screams of terror were muffled by the saliva-soaked gag.
"Trust me," he whispered. "I'm a doctor."