10 March 2013
I felt myself being lifted in the air and laid on my back.
"Lay flat," Paul ordered, grinning mischievously.
He grabbed my ankles and made my legs flat.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
He chuckled.
"Nurse!" He yelled at Sally. "Get the anesthetic!"
I blinked.
Paul jabbed a random object into my arm, holding my hand firmly.
"There, now we won't be disturbed."
I closed my eyes nervously, tensing up.
"What should we do?" Paul asked. "Brain surgery? Heart surgery? Hmmm...heart surgery."
He leaned over me. "We're going to make an incision HERE."
He jabbed his finger into my ribs.
I screamed, blocking him with my arms.
He snatched them and pinned them to my sides.
"Ugh, what's wrong with the patient's arms?" He demanded. "They keep having spasms."
"Now, we're going to make more incisions."
He stabbed my ribs and my stomach more and more. I tried to block him.
"Restrain her!" He ordered to his nurse.
Sally laughed and held both my arms. I tried to pull free but she was too strong.
"Ah, that's better," Paul whispered, poking my ribs.
"Something seems to be wrong with her feet," he noticed after a few moments. "Hmmm..."
He came back with a brush and began rubbing the bottoms of my feet with it. I shrieked, squirming, and he laughed.
"Paul, stop," Sally said.
"I'm operating on her," Paul insisted.
Then, he frowned. "Ugh, this isn't working very well. Seems we need to go deeper."
Without warning, he pulled up my shirt until my stomach was bare.
I sat up and whacked him, punching him in the arm.
"PAUL!" Sally and I both yelled. "DO NOT DO THAT!"
I stared at him, adjusting my shirt, shaking my head.
"Well, the patient woke up," Paul chuckled.
"Not cool," I snarled. "Do not do that."
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