User:Miss. Hellhound

‘A scalpel eh, Hmm… Well let’s start original’ I said as I picked up a scalpel off an iron plate with some more knifes and tools on it. I walked over to an old, with blood covered operation table. There was a guy laying on it around the age of 25. He was still alive, I covered his eyes and mouth. He was unable to talk, the piece of old blanket was in his mouth. He was pinned against the operation table with some leather belts. I chuckled as I placed the scalpel on the stomach of the guy. He mumbled something, ‘Ah, what did you say?’ I asked as I looked over to the head of the man. It was shiny and wet of sweat. ‘Well I guess you are nervous. But don’t worry. It will not hurt that much. You’ll like it! Just relax.’ I said with a grin. I pushed the scalpel through his skin, the guy kind of seems to scream, his body shook. I ignored it. I move my scalpel against his belly, making a figure what looks familiar to a pentagram. ‘There we go. That wasn’t that bad right?’ I said as I walked back to the table with the tools on it. I cleaned the scalpel with the apron I was wearing. I put the scalpel back on the plate where the knifes are arranged from small to big. I grabbed a small bottle with a lemon shape, licking the tip of the bottle. I got some gloves and put them on. I walked over to the man with the bottle in my hand. ‘This may burn a little bit, but it will be gone soon.’ I said with a grin, giggling a bit. I sprayed some of the lemon juice on the belly of the guy. He screamed out of pain, but it came out like a loud mumble, he was struggling on the operation table. I rubbed the lemon juices over his wounds. ‘Done. It burns a bit, doesn’t it?’ I asked as I put the small bottle back on its place and pull the gloves off and lay them beside the bottle of lemon juice. ‘Well this need to get into the wounds for a better result, so we need to wait a while. I’ll let you here, when I go and get something to drink.’ I said smiling as I walked upstairs and took my apron off. I got a glass of water out of the kitchen and sat down on the kitchen table, I drank the water and sat it beside me. Looking to an old painting of a goat sitting at a dining table with a dead body in front of it on the table. I drank some water as I walked to the stairs again and put my apron back on and walked downstairs again. ‘Well hello again, how are the wounds going eh?’ I asked as I won’t get any response. ‘Okay, let’s see.’ I said as I walked over to the body and inspected the wounds. ‘Looks good, looks good’ I said and got a bucket with warm, salt water in it and a sponge. The water was pink-ish of blood mixed in it. I walked over to the guy and get the sponge out, I put it on his stomach. I saw him struggling of pain, sweating like a seal. I rubbed the sponge against his belly and rub the blood off it. I put the sponge back in and put the bucket under the table. ‘Well that will be a nice result boy.’ I said as I pet his head. I sat down on a table near the operation table and picks up a jar with some eyeballs floating in it. I shook the jar and watch the eyeballs going around in it. (Will be continued...)