Chapter 50 - 50. Schnipp-Schnapp
I woke up in the hospital ward, seeing Needle-Nurse's face first thing after opening my eyes. That was a shitty wake-up call.
She made a reverse-smile at , pressing her lips together in disgust.
"We have a psychologist here, a priest as well. Go to them, and stop coming here."
"Ma'am, with all due respect, I'm really dying to disrespect you in every way possible—all but in a sexual one." Having said this part, I felt a lot lighter.
She smacked my face hard, reminding
of my grandmother, letting
feel nostalgic.
"You are lucky. You woke up right in ti for the showers." She grinned her ugly face evilly, and now I really contemplated if my grandmother had dressed up as the nurse.
"I can't wait to shower, ma'am. Please expect a few patients with unusual wounds on them." I grinned back at her, ready to get a bit of rage out of my system.
She didn't smack ; it seed it was an unconscious action. Maybe she also has a little grandson she usually tornts, just like the old dragon with .
Giving
a mocking look, she left, guards entering in her stead. I was brought directly to the shower-room.
There were already nearly twenty n inside. That's a lot, even with magic weapons.
My wrists and ankles were uncuffed. I stripped and went to the others, everyone standing in a row, around thirty shower heads running simultaneously. The steam was hardcore. I thought they only get cold showers in prison. This nice feeling nearly made
want to sigh in bliss, but it also made it more difficult to see when I would get attacked. I didn't close my eyes, letting the hot water fall into them, not daring to do so.
However, nothing happened. Not when I washed my hair, not when I washed my body. Hm. Have I seen too many movies? Have I gotten myself respect just by screaming at them endlessly? I chuckled. I don't think so.
When I saw that there was only one guard left inside the big shower room, and that this last guard turned his back to us after looking at , well, I knew I was right. No, I had been right all along.
They were coming for my ass. Maybe cause I was dumb enough to provoke them while breaking down, perhaps because I was good-looking, possibly because I was fresh at, maybe because I was underage, or because of all these shitty reasons.
So dude gripped my arm and threw
on the tiled floor, away from the showers. It—yes—hurt like hell, but every damn injury I got on my battered body hurt like damn hell. Still, getting accustod to the pain, it wasn't so bad.
My bandages were wet, but I could still move my hands just fine.
One guy grabbed my hair; a few others were surrounding us, while the most n didn't care, continuing to shower.
I conjured my knife up and turned, stabbing his stomach. This, he hadn't seen coming, this motherfucker. Blood poured out, and I felt like laughing. I really started to love the color 'red'.
Soone yelled, soone kicked , and soone pressed
on the floor with his knees. Laying on my stomach and looking back, I saw a guy with a boner coming to , a weird smile on his face. And that was when I completely snapped. Thought I couldn't get more out of control, but fuck it, I could.
I raised my upper body as far as I could and slamd my head against the floor. The guy kneeling on
loosened his hold for a second, instinctively backing up. I felt dizzy, but also so fucking damn high. Turning and slipping out, I ramd the knife wherever I could get him with, not really sure what I was stabbing. But, who cares? I didn't want him.
I wanted to cut off a dick today, and fuck, I would do just that. The muscular boner guy punched
hard as I threw myself in his direction. I just took the punch, but I still managed to grab his dick. It was such a disgusting feeling that I wanted to vomit here and there. Slicing down with all my might, while he punched
again, I held a piece of flesh in one hand—the rest of my body was sprayed with blood as horrendous screams echoed through the room. Fuck, I don't know if he survives this. Still, I was already in here; nothing wrong with racking up more cris.
I have to say, as a man myself, I had been unsure if I would actually get scruple going through with it. But these n around
did not feel like humans anymore; rely like so deranged monsters, similar to the torso-deer.
It was a fucking blast.
The one guard who had been turned around tackled
to the ground. He broke my good wrist, and the knife fell on the floor, as he bellowed for reinforcent together with the other prisoners.
"SHIT!"
"GUARDS!"
"HELP!"
It was laughable. However, you motherfuckers, it had already been two minutes.
"WANNA SEE A MIRACLE? CALL
YOUR GOD, YOU FUCKERS!" I scread while laughing manically, the guard pressing my naked body down and handcuffing .
The knife, having slid away a few ters, disappeared.
The blood on
disappeared.
The ugly flesh piece that was still gripped in one of my cuffed hands disappeared.
The open wounds of the two n I had stabbed were scarring over, along with the bad injury of the now-unconscious boner guy. Ups, I will have to change that nickna.
Where there was an open wound, only a hideous scar was left behind in a place that would never again resemble that of a man.
And just like that, I finished my magic trick.
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