#trollplaying

A little snip here, a little cut there and another sitch here. Oh how work was delightful. Todays specimen was strapped to the table locks around their neck and wrists. Oh what a sight they were, squirming and yelling. You left them awake but numbed because you wanted their opinion on what was going on. How it might have felt if they could feel anything, plus you wanted someone to explain what was going on to and your next ideas.

Of course you hadn’t expected a visitor today, then again you had been getting a lot of those...Hm..Maybe a troll that could release a toxic gas from their mouth upon screaming or almost screaming and not be affected...Wait, wait back to the main subject. You had a visitor! Best put the subject to sleep so you could spend some time with them. A small preparation of a syringe and a poke and it was nighty night! Turning you clasp your  your hands together to examine who you had the pleasure of seeing.

“My little cutlet! How are you dear?” Blink..Blink, blink. Something was off, just by the way he carried himself. Something was off. You could feel it. In your teeth in your bones. Carefully you pealed off your gloves and moved to take his hand in your own.