If you think I make up all the tales I tell during our bloody phone sex, think again. I’m a sadistic demon who craves the taste of fresh blood in my mouth. If you ask me, a heart beat is just overrated which is probably why I enjoy flat lining so many pathetic lives.
This week, I ghosted around the hospital targeting the cardiovascular floor. I stalk the halls, looking for inattentive nurses. Once I cause a bitch to code, I run through all the nasty bodies I chose quickly.
I started with a young girl who had just received some reconstructive heart surgery. As I shut her soundproof door behind me, the wicked grin covered my face like her blood soon would. I was going to do some reconstruction of my own. Approaching her bed, I shot a double dose of morphine up her IV line, and then pulled out my sweet surgical steel scalpel.
I cut each and every one of her stitches: Pop! Pop! Pop! This would surely become a bloody story. The blood started to well up, dribbling down like the tears her pathetic parents would cry. I took my sweet, sadistic time busting the little bitch open. When I was all done, I shot up a double dose of adrenaline, pressed the “nurse call” button, and slipped from the room. The nurse went in, and I watched from the doorway as the young whore shot up in bed as the adrenaline hit her heart, causing that organ to burst from her chest and explode in a disgusting display of gore.
The nurse was in shock, and I got so wet knowing she would never recover from this. The next room I chose, knowing it too would become something I talked about during my bloody sex, was a handsome football quarterback who had been experiencing some chest pains. I had chosen him special. He was partial to nose candy, so I sweetly offered him a couple of lines. I had mixed them with baking soda and fentanyl. The stupid fuck did four lines before lying back.
I hid in his closet as I watched his pupils dilate, and his heart monitor skyrocket! His blood pressure and heart rate were going crazy. He started to seize just as they called a code for a crash cart. Official cause of death? His heart exploded.
Heart beats are overrated and I get soaking wet when I stop them for good.
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