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December 1, 2017
One more stop and Andrea was done for the night. She parked her car two blocks away from the patient’s house, and although the equipment was heavy, she didn’t mind. She had to be careful. She walked the distance at a fast pace, looking around to make sure no one saw her. And when the most appropriate moment came, she knocked on the door.
“Hi, Mrs. Davis.” She politely asserted, still holding the heavy equipment, “I’m sorry for the delay. It’s so busy in the office. I can never leave before it’s dark out,” she continued as she searched outside with her peripheral vision. She needed to be cautious in case anyone spotted a suspicious behavior and her plot was uncovered.
“Please, come in.” Mrs. Davis moved to the side. “Are you wearing your gloves already?”
“Yes, because I need to protect the equipment. It’s sensitive,” she explained and easily fooled Mrs. Davis. “I also brought these pills for you to take before the discharge. I talked to the doctor, and he concurred that the intensity of treatment is too much to take without the help of painkillers. It’s easier, and I tried it myself, although we have to wait until they take effect.”
Entice her slowly, the beast within demanded. Or was it her own mind? The thrill made her shiver with anticipation, and she could no longer restrain her desires; they were overflowing and taking over. The unerring need was splitting her chest in two. She had never dreamed the pull would be that great.
“Mrs. Davis, you have to relax. I’ll be right here. I’m just preparing the machine.” She hoped the pills had taken effect already as the beast was screaming at her.
She waited, feigning rearranging the machine and calling Mrs. Davis’ name a few times. When there was no response, the beast laughed happily, or was it her humming the sounds of ecstasy? She peered into the bedroom. Mrs. Davis was out, and she looked at her closely to ensure she fit the profile. Yes, she did. The first blond would enter His kingdom shortly. She walked beside her, thinking the task of removing the clothes the hardest. The riotous thoughts were dominating now as she was undressing Mrs. Davis, and they were screaming for complete obliteration. She ignored them and hunted in her purse for the instrument.
She kissed it and then, she began the incision from the belly button upwards. The smell of blood hit her nostrils and she inhaled until no more air could be taken in. Mrs. Davis flickered her eyelashes, trying to overcome the heaviness. Her attempt was almost fruitless.
“Let it go. Let it go,” Andrea whispered as her vocals vibrated.
The last breath came, and that was the moment of pure elation. Oh, she wished she could paint her face and make her pretty, but her contact was obstinate with his orders: no paint and only one incision. The beast was quiet now, satisfied and gloating until the next time. She sensed that it had to be soon as time was running out.