Case #67
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“LET ME GO! LET ME GO, YOU MOTHERFUCKER! I’LL FUCKIN’ KILL YOU, I SWEAR!”
“Oh shut up. It’s always the same, rambling, nonsensical talk from you.”
I couldn’t help but smile as I watched #237 struggling against the restraints on his wrists and ankles that kept him firmly tied to the procedure table.
I love it when they struggle.
I started to whistle a small tune as I pulled out a variety of my favorite tools from the cabinets and drawers.
“Toss the dull ones to the side. Be sure to use the perfectly sharp ones…”
I walked over to the door, locking it with a wider smile on my face.
“So there will be no interruptions.”
His eyes widened in fear as he began struggling again.
“No! Not again! I didn’t do anything wrong! I swear! I swear!”
“Shh, it’s okay. I know you didn’t do anything wrong.”
I picked up my scalpel from the table while placing a hand on his cheek, gently brushing it with my thumb.
Such rough skin.
So disappointing.
“Then let me go if I didn’t do anything wrong!”
“Now that’s going to be a problem, because I haven’t…operated in two weeks. My mind’s been getting a little antsy, and if I don’t fix it, very bad things can happen. To you, and the others around you. You wouldn’t want that to happen, would you?”
He growled.
“Why the fuck should I care about anyone in this damn place! They’re all a bunch of worthless, screaming, mental fucks!”
I frowned.
“You shouldn’t make such a broad assumption.”
“It’s not like I’m wrong. They can all die and go to hell for all I fuckin’ care!”
I grit my teeth as punctured his throat with the scalpel in one swift movement.
“You…”
My hand trembled as I pulled the scalpel out, only to stab it back into its original position.
“How dare you say such a thing? You don’t know anything! You don’t know anything about him!”
Pull out.
Stab in.
Pull out.
Stab in.
I repeated the action as I continued to scream at him.
“You don't know anything about him!
He’s better than everyone in this place, including you!
He’s beautiful!
He’s perfect!
He cares about me!
He understands me!
He loves me!
Anyone that breathes an unfavorable word about him deserves to die!”
I stopped, taking note of mangled mush of blood, skin, veins, and organs that used to form his throat.
My hand still trembled as my heart raced inside of my chest.
Inhale. Exhale.
I gained back my composure, placing the scalpel back onto the table.
“I warned you. I told you that I needed to fix it, but you only made things worse.”
I couldn’t help but smile again as I heard faint gurgles – an attempt to speak.
“I’m sorry. I just needed to get my head back together. Plus, I just love him so much, and since I missed fourteen days with him…I just…I just really have to make it up to him.”
I picked up a larger-edged scalpel.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I need to bring him something huge to apologize. I have the perfect body part in mind, too. Besides, soon it looks like you won’t need it anymore.”
| x | x | x |
He loves me.
He loves me more.
He loves me.
He loves me more.
I rushed down the hall, tightly holding a wrapped box in my hands.
He loves me – 64.
He loves me more – 65.
He loves me – 66.
He loves me more.
67.
I opened the door, quickly stepping inside before closing and locking the door behind me.
“Valerio told me that you did something bad again.”
I smiled slightly, walking towards the familiar voice.
He sat, crisscrossed, on the bed, staring at my hands with innocent, hazel eyes as his long hair hung in his face and over his shoulders.
His arms were bound in a slightly dirty straitjacket – a reminder to get him into a clean one.
“Hello, Luciano. May I speak to Val?”
“He said that he doesn’t want to talk to you.”
“I want to apologize, and I have a present to make up for not visiting like I should.”
I held out the box, giving him a hopeful smile.
He stood up, demeanor immediately changing.
I dropped the box and pulled him close, crashing my lips against his before entangling my hands into his hair.
He pulled away slightly afterwards, only encouraging me to attach my lips to his neck.
I love him.
I love him so much.
He shifted to move away, but I pushed him against the wall to prevent him from doing so.
“Stop. Luciano doesn’t want this.”
“Yeah, but I know that you do.”
“Neither of us. Want. This.”
His voice was firm as his body stiffened.
I scoffed, moving away before picking up the box from off of the floor.
“You don’t let me touch you anymore. Maybe you don’t love me anymore.”
“Luciano is a very important part of me and you know it—”
I struck him across the face with the box, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground.
“I fell in love with you, Val! Not him! We’ve been over this so many times!”
Soft cries came shortly after – Luciano.
He looked up at me in fear, tears running down his cheeks as blood dripped from his nose.
I didn’t hesitate to drop the box and wrap my hands around his throat.
“Stop that. You’re ruining his face with all of that bullshit!”
He didn’t listen.
“I said stop that!”
I squeezed a little tighter, causing him to let out a choked up cry.
You know that hostility doesn’t work well with him.
I grit my teeth together, moving away from him.
I clenched my fists as I watched the blood from his nose drip down onto his clothes.
“Valerio, come out! You know I can’t stand him!”
He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again.
“Fuck you.”
I smiled.
“I love you too, Val. Can I show you my present for you now?”
He didn’t respond.
I picked up the box from the ground, ignoring the liquid that was dripping from the bottom, before kneeling down in front of him.
“I want to show you how much I really love you.”
He stared at the box with a small amount of disgust on his face.
I still kept the smile on my face as I opened it, showing him what was inside.
He’s going to love it.
He loves me so much.
And I love him more—
“W-What the actual fuck…?! Why would you…?!”
My smile fell as I watched his face, eyes widening in fear as he trembled slightly.
“Don’t you love it? I…I did it for you…!”
“This…What kind of sick joke is this?!”
There was a pang in my chest.
“I-It’s not a joke…I did this to show you—”
He kicked the box out of my hand – the heart bounced out, splattering against the floor.
There was silence for a moment as I picked up the heart and placed it back into the box.
“You…You need help…!”
The pang increased.
“I…I don’t want help.”
“Look at this! Look at yourself! Dismembering patients! Bringing me their body parts! This isn’t normal—”
“I don’t need any help! I thought you understood that, Valerio!”
I gripped at my hair, frustration increasing.
I don’t need to listen to him.
I know that he still loves me.
And I love him so much.
I love him so, so much.
I smiled, reassuring myself.
“I love you, Val. I love you so much.”
He tensed up when I placed a hand onto his cheek.
“Get away from me…! Please…!”
“I love you so much.”
“You’re not listening to me…!”
“I love you so, so much—”
Something hard collided with my forehead, causing me to fall back and groan in pain.
I looked up to see a dark spot in the middle of his forehead.
He stared at me with such contempt.
“V-Val…?”
“Get away from us.”
“V-Val, I…”
I reached out towards him. He turned his head away from me.
I stood up, my blood boiling as I grabbed him by the collar.
“This is Luciano’s fault, isn’t it?! He’s the one trying to make you stop loving me, isn’t he?!”
He didn’t respond.
It’s Luciano’s fault.
“Answer me! I know you love me, Valerio! He’s the one who’s always getting in the way! And I’m sick and tired of it!”
He didn’t speak.
I let go of him, placing my hands onto his cheeks.
It was Luciano’s fault this whole time.
“Ignore him, Val…Ignore him and tell me how you really feel! Tell me that you love me without him bothering you…!”
He loves me.
He loves me more.
He loves me.
He loves me m—
“I don’t love you! I never loved you! Why can’t you grasp the fact that you chose me to be another victim of your ‘affection’?! Why do you keep living with such a delusion?!”
This isn’t a delusion.
I’m not delusional.
I love him.
I only loved him – there was no one before him.
I love him so much, and I know that he loves me the same.
It’s all Luciano’s fault. Val can’t think for himself cause of him.
But…I can fix that right?
I let out another smile.
I can fix that.
“What are you…? Get away from me! I’ll scream!”
I didn’t listen as I grabbed him by the collar, opening the door and dragging him out of the room.
And he, indeed, did scream.
But no one paid any mind to us, and that’s the way it should be.
They aren’t worthy enough to lay eyes on our love.
Poor Val continued his screaming, struggling against my grip.
We finally made it to the procedure room, dragging him inside before closing and locking the door behind me.
He screamed louder as I placed him onto the procedure table, restraining his ankles before unhooking his arms from the jacket, restraining his wrists to the table shortly after.
“Shh…It’s okay, Val. Everything is going to be okay.”
I gently ran a hand through his hair as I kissed him.
I moved away, grabbing an orbitoclast and a hammer from the drawer.
“I’m going to fix you. Luciano won’t bother you anymore. I promise.”
I came closer with the objects in hand.
He shook his head over and over again, begging me not to do it.
“P-Please…Please don’t…!”
He started to cry.
I wiped the tears away before positioning the tool above his eye.
“I love you, Val. I love you so much. And I know that you’ll love me again after this.”
I gave him a reassuring smile.
“Everything is going to be okay again after this.”
I brought the hammer down, tuning out the loud, agonizing scream that filled the room as I watched the blood drip from his eye.
He loves me.
He loves me more.
Another scream as I pushed the tool in deeper.
He loves me.
He loves me more.
He struggled, tears and blood pouring down his cheeks.
He loves me.
He loves me more.
One swift movement…and silence.
He loves me.
He loves me more.
“Oh shut up. It’s always the same, rambling, nonsensical talk from you.”
I couldn’t help but smile as I watched #237 struggling against the restraints on his wrists and ankles that kept him firmly tied to the procedure table.
I love it when they struggle.
I started to whistle a small tune as I pulled out a variety of my favorite tools from the cabinets and drawers.
“Toss the dull ones to the side. Be sure to use the perfectly sharp ones…”
I walked over to the door, locking it with a wider smile on my face.
“So there will be no interruptions.”
His eyes widened in fear as he began struggling again.
“No! Not again! I didn’t do anything wrong! I swear! I swear!”
“Shh, it’s okay. I know you didn’t do anything wrong.”
I picked up my scalpel from the table while placing a hand on his cheek, gently brushing it with my thumb.
Such rough skin.
So disappointing.
“Then let me go if I didn’t do anything wrong!”
“Now that’s going to be a problem, because I haven’t…operated in two weeks. My mind’s been getting a little antsy, and if I don’t fix it, very bad things can happen. To you, and the others around you. You wouldn’t want that to happen, would you?”
He growled.
“Why the fuck should I care about anyone in this damn place! They’re all a bunch of worthless, screaming, mental fucks!”
I frowned.
“You shouldn’t make such a broad assumption.”
“It’s not like I’m wrong. They can all die and go to hell for all I fuckin’ care!”
I grit my teeth as punctured his throat with the scalpel in one swift movement.
“You…”
My hand trembled as I pulled the scalpel out, only to stab it back into its original position.
“How dare you say such a thing? You don’t know anything! You don’t know anything about him!”
Pull out.
Stab in.
Pull out.
Stab in.
I repeated the action as I continued to scream at him.
“You don't know anything about him!
He’s better than everyone in this place, including you!
He’s beautiful!
He’s perfect!
He cares about me!
He understands me!
He loves me!
Anyone that breathes an unfavorable word about him deserves to die!”
I stopped, taking note of mangled mush of blood, skin, veins, and organs that used to form his throat.
My hand still trembled as my heart raced inside of my chest.
Inhale. Exhale.
I gained back my composure, placing the scalpel back onto the table.
“I warned you. I told you that I needed to fix it, but you only made things worse.”
I couldn’t help but smile again as I heard faint gurgles – an attempt to speak.
“I’m sorry. I just needed to get my head back together. Plus, I just love him so much, and since I missed fourteen days with him…I just…I just really have to make it up to him.”
I picked up a larger-edged scalpel.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I need to bring him something huge to apologize. I have the perfect body part in mind, too. Besides, soon it looks like you won’t need it anymore.”
| x | x | x |
He loves me.
He loves me more.
He loves me.
He loves me more.
I rushed down the hall, tightly holding a wrapped box in my hands.
He loves me – 64.
He loves me more – 65.
He loves me – 66.
He loves me more.
67.
I opened the door, quickly stepping inside before closing and locking the door behind me.
“Valerio told me that you did something bad again.”
I smiled slightly, walking towards the familiar voice.
He sat, crisscrossed, on the bed, staring at my hands with innocent, hazel eyes as his long hair hung in his face and over his shoulders.
His arms were bound in a slightly dirty straitjacket – a reminder to get him into a clean one.
“Hello, Luciano. May I speak to Val?”
“He said that he doesn’t want to talk to you.”
“I want to apologize, and I have a present to make up for not visiting like I should.”
I held out the box, giving him a hopeful smile.
He stood up, demeanor immediately changing.
I dropped the box and pulled him close, crashing my lips against his before entangling my hands into his hair.
He pulled away slightly afterwards, only encouraging me to attach my lips to his neck.
I love him.
I love him so much.
He shifted to move away, but I pushed him against the wall to prevent him from doing so.
“Stop. Luciano doesn’t want this.”
“Yeah, but I know that you do.”
“Neither of us. Want. This.”
His voice was firm as his body stiffened.
I scoffed, moving away before picking up the box from off of the floor.
“You don’t let me touch you anymore. Maybe you don’t love me anymore.”
“Luciano is a very important part of me and you know it—”
I struck him across the face with the box, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground.
“I fell in love with you, Val! Not him! We’ve been over this so many times!”
Soft cries came shortly after – Luciano.
He looked up at me in fear, tears running down his cheeks as blood dripped from his nose.
I didn’t hesitate to drop the box and wrap my hands around his throat.
“Stop that. You’re ruining his face with all of that bullshit!”
He didn’t listen.
“I said stop that!”
I squeezed a little tighter, causing him to let out a choked up cry.
You know that hostility doesn’t work well with him.
I grit my teeth together, moving away from him.
I clenched my fists as I watched the blood from his nose drip down onto his clothes.
“Valerio, come out! You know I can’t stand him!”
He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again.
“Fuck you.”
I smiled.
“I love you too, Val. Can I show you my present for you now?”
He didn’t respond.
I picked up the box from the ground, ignoring the liquid that was dripping from the bottom, before kneeling down in front of him.
“I want to show you how much I really love you.”
He stared at the box with a small amount of disgust on his face.
I still kept the smile on my face as I opened it, showing him what was inside.
He’s going to love it.
He loves me so much.
And I love him more—
“W-What the actual fuck…?! Why would you…?!”
My smile fell as I watched his face, eyes widening in fear as he trembled slightly.
“Don’t you love it? I…I did it for you…!”
“This…What kind of sick joke is this?!”
There was a pang in my chest.
“I-It’s not a joke…I did this to show you—”
He kicked the box out of my hand – the heart bounced out, splattering against the floor.
There was silence for a moment as I picked up the heart and placed it back into the box.
“You…You need help…!”
The pang increased.
“I…I don’t want help.”
“Look at this! Look at yourself! Dismembering patients! Bringing me their body parts! This isn’t normal—”
“I don’t need any help! I thought you understood that, Valerio!”
I gripped at my hair, frustration increasing.
I don’t need to listen to him.
I know that he still loves me.
And I love him so much.
I love him so, so much.
I smiled, reassuring myself.
“I love you, Val. I love you so much.”
He tensed up when I placed a hand onto his cheek.
“Get away from me…! Please…!”
“I love you so much.”
“You’re not listening to me…!”
“I love you so, so much—”
Something hard collided with my forehead, causing me to fall back and groan in pain.
I looked up to see a dark spot in the middle of his forehead.
He stared at me with such contempt.
“V-Val…?”
“Get away from us.”
“V-Val, I…”
I reached out towards him. He turned his head away from me.
I stood up, my blood boiling as I grabbed him by the collar.
“This is Luciano’s fault, isn’t it?! He’s the one trying to make you stop loving me, isn’t he?!”
He didn’t respond.
It’s Luciano’s fault.
“Answer me! I know you love me, Valerio! He’s the one who’s always getting in the way! And I’m sick and tired of it!”
He didn’t speak.
I let go of him, placing my hands onto his cheeks.
It was Luciano’s fault this whole time.
“Ignore him, Val…Ignore him and tell me how you really feel! Tell me that you love me without him bothering you…!”
He loves me.
He loves me more.
He loves me.
He loves me m—
“I don’t love you! I never loved you! Why can’t you grasp the fact that you chose me to be another victim of your ‘affection’?! Why do you keep living with such a delusion?!”
This isn’t a delusion.
I’m not delusional.
I love him.
I only loved him – there was no one before him.
I love him so much, and I know that he loves me the same.
It’s all Luciano’s fault. Val can’t think for himself cause of him.
But…I can fix that right?
I let out another smile.
I can fix that.
“What are you…? Get away from me! I’ll scream!”
I didn’t listen as I grabbed him by the collar, opening the door and dragging him out of the room.
And he, indeed, did scream.
But no one paid any mind to us, and that’s the way it should be.
They aren’t worthy enough to lay eyes on our love.
Poor Val continued his screaming, struggling against my grip.
We finally made it to the procedure room, dragging him inside before closing and locking the door behind me.
He screamed louder as I placed him onto the procedure table, restraining his ankles before unhooking his arms from the jacket, restraining his wrists to the table shortly after.
“Shh…It’s okay, Val. Everything is going to be okay.”
I gently ran a hand through his hair as I kissed him.
I moved away, grabbing an orbitoclast and a hammer from the drawer.
“I’m going to fix you. Luciano won’t bother you anymore. I promise.”
I came closer with the objects in hand.
He shook his head over and over again, begging me not to do it.
“P-Please…Please don’t…!”
He started to cry.
I wiped the tears away before positioning the tool above his eye.
“I love you, Val. I love you so much. And I know that you’ll love me again after this.”
I gave him a reassuring smile.
“Everything is going to be okay again after this.”
I brought the hammer down, tuning out the loud, agonizing scream that filled the room as I watched the blood drip from his eye.
He loves me.
He loves me more.
Another scream as I pushed the tool in deeper.
He loves me.
He loves me more.
He struggled, tears and blood pouring down his cheeks.
He loves me.
He loves me more.
One swift movement…and silence.
He loves me.
He loves me more.
♠ ♠ ♠
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