Warning, These next 3 chapters contains topics that some might deem "dark"
Including: Abuse, Suicide and Graphic Topics.
Enjoy.
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In the room of a surgeon.
Some women's bodies are no fun, disappointingly stitching the woman back together, he gropes and inserts his hands inside of her while she's under anaesthesia.
"And some women are irresistible", as he pulls his hand out he throws his glove to the floor disappointed. Leaning against the patient's bed, he no longer acknowledges their presence.
His mind drifts to one of his past patients. They drove me so crazy I can't even think—can't eat, can't work. Rubbing his crotch he sighs 'I must have them.'
Women terrified him; they seized control, consumed his life. If he can't possess them, he feels as though he might die, and when he does get them, he only craves more.
Its not that the experience was dissapointing.
Its just a hunger that can never be filled.
If I don't recieve it. I have a reason to want it.
If I do recieve it. I like it so much that I have a reason to want more.
What exactly do you call that?
Sin.
With a heavy sigh, Solomon abandons the surgery mid-operation and steps into the corridor. Leaving the patient under anesthesia, Walking he almost collides with Mr. N, who is making his way to his office, his face tight with visible frustration.
Any of our Lieutenants or Elite Guard injured? Solomon asked.
Mr. N, still frustrated by the attack on his base, quickly responds with a commanding
"No."
Solomon kept walking as his thoughts spiraled.
Ever since I was a little boy, I wanted to play with a beautiful woman while they were asleep.
I am a monster, I am a demon, the son of a serpent.
My sexual frustration is going to be the death of me. I cannot focus, I cannot fight. I cannot do my job.
I would hide it for years. My family came from a long line of doctors — wealthy, respected people. I learned early to keep my secret. However, no doubt I used the internet to entertain it.
I stayed focused.
I even got into university at 14. I wasn't stressed — or at least, not more than what I told myself was normal. Maybe a little, but nothing I couldn't handle.
Pressure builds diamonds? Right.
Regardless of the facts, I was still fine.
I had a few friends that came and went and a few girlfriends that left before I was in too deep with my interests.
Sad.
I always blamed my lack of sexual success with women on my sexual trauma, However the truth is there was no trauma.
I simply cannot function.
I simply cannot finish.
And it frustrates me.
Unless I'm inside you while you're asleep.
And when I do get what I want.
When they are under my anesthesia. A dose so low, it forces their brain into anesthesia awareness.
And finally, finally when I get what I want. When I see the look of fear in their eyes.
There toes wiggling, there fingers jittering.
Trying to move.
I finally climax. The moment I go in, I don't last, I finish, far, far too quick.
Far too fast.
And I'm left, hating myself.
You might read this and think I'm a monster.
But this is how I know, that I'm human.
I can never get what I want. No matter how much I chase.
This Paradox, this—
SLAMS DESK.
...
sobs*
And now I'm here at 21 years old, hired by the notorious Mr. N.
His personal doctor.
Apart of his elite guard of absolute monsters.
And only then when I'm working on his projects, do I feel the fear needed to succeed.
And only then, can I not be distracted by my lust.
This is Solomon. 21 Years Old A Genius.
Elite Guard Rank 6 For Mr. N's Army. Elite Guard Letter "S" for the Serpent.
Mr. N hears the slam on Solomons desk. He walks inside seeing him in tears.
Ignoring it he simply grabs his shoulder. "I'm impatient, get your Liutenants were heading out to go get Osprey."
Mr. N quickly turns back looking.
Oh, and my friend.
"Good work on the surgeries."