Kinsey lay in her hospital bed, scheduled to go for a minor operation to remove a small lump from her breast at 2:00 pm, She glances at the clock.1:20 pm, they will be coming soon to give her a pre-med. She tilts her head towards the door as footsteps echo in the corridor.1
The young nurse enters her room with a small tray. "your pre-med" she whispers, as though afraid of the sound of her own voice.2
Kinsey brushes her flaming auburn hair away from the pallour of her alabaster skin, and places the two minute white tablets on her tongue.3
She gulps at the warm water in a glass by her side, hoping to rid her tastebuds of the acrid taste.4
Reaching for a pack of mints, she is startled by the shriek of the nurse, "no, do not have any sugar".5
The clock on the wall clicks to 1:45, Kinsey smiles as the surgeon Mr Martinez enters the room.6
"hello, how are we" he questions in his lazy arrogant tone. Kinsey replies "a little nervous, but okay I guess."7
Mr Martinez shakes his head, "no need for nerves, you are in my capable sensitive hands."8
Kinsey experiences huge trepidation as the gurney is wheeled groaning into her room. Jewellery removed, and enveloped in the ugly theatre gown and plastic cap she climbs onto her ride.In the theatre, a small glass vial is drawn up into a fresh syringe, the mask is pressed onto her face, and the needle slid into her paper thin skin. As the drug courses through her veins, Kinsey immediately senses something is not right.9
What has he done?10
The surgeon looms ominously, looking into the cold glint in his eyes, Kinsey emits a scream, yet no sound emerges.Every nerve in her body stands on edge, pain violates her brain with every attempt to make the slightest move. A blink causes a white hot fire to flood her whole body.11
Mr Martinez slowly traces the merest tip of his index finger around her nipple, the touch feels like her skin has been wrenched open and salt tipped into the wound.12
Her heart constricts with further terror as she sees him pick up the scalpel. But wait! he's replaced it. "What now" she silently begs.13
He comes to her side again, she cannot see the instrument of torture he now holds, as the devastating agony reverberates through her, he shows her a small white feather. Kinsey passes out.14
It seems like months later when the torturous agony of his twisted game is over, and he injects her with the anaesthetic.15
Back in her room Kinsey comes round to see her partner Jane, "How long have I been here? "Jane tells her "since midday, don't you remember you just came in for the day for your lumpectomy"16
Seeing the terrified expression of disbelief on her girlfriends face, Jane clutches at her "what is it? what's wrong"17
Kinsey shudders violently as she hysterically relays what happened, as Jane wraps her quivering mass in her arms saying "hush now it's only a dream, an unexpected side effect of the drug" Kinsey begins to relax.18
But as she turns into the warm soothing embrace, she sees a small white feather, lying on a piece of paper on the nightstand, and on the paper the chilling words......... With love from 19
The Sensitizer20
Author notes
Inspired by a line in a book that I am currently reading, this is option 3. A question, *What is at the top of the DarkTower.
What did you think? Please comment!
Comments
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I don't know, I guess teh idea of rape under aesthesia is terrifying. In fact I know it is. This was OK. I guess ,I felt I saw it comming. Not bad, good luck.
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A very nice story, fitting well into the category you have chosen. It is written in an easy to read and understandable format. Spelling, grammar and punctuation is good, but perhaps the paragraphs could be slightly altered for better clarity. Good luck in the contest.
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Wow this was really good. I'm not so much into short stories as I have difficulty concentrating for very long, but this was really good and kept my attention. I found it very detailed and loved the way you expressed yourself in it.
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I have read the DT series and am curious to know how this relates?
It was very good by the way, very creepy.
good job.
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