The Hospital Visit (Erotic taboo)

I remember it so clearly.  
 
Walking in to the abandoned Ward.  
 
Curiousity took hold.  
 
Making me explore.  
 
Suddenly, I had heard voices.  
 
I went up stairs.  
 
In the operation room.  
 
A man and a woman.  
 
Were undressing.  
 
Standing on one side of the door way.  
 
Peeking through now and then.  
 
Catching climces.  
 
Of their sexual act.  
 
She had strapped him to the table.  
 
Making him motionless.  
 
She wore a slutty nurses outfit.  
 
Not really that surpirsing.  
 
She walked up to him.  
 
Laying.  
 
Watching.  
 
Eagerly wanting to fuck her.  
 
Luckly, she had some music playing.  
 
Loudly drowning out the out side world.  
 
She was laying on top of him.  
 
Kissing.  
 
Pressing her lips against his.  
 
Slowly making my way in the room.  
 
The woman had got a gag out of her bag.  
 
Shoving it in his mouth.  
 
Giggling and smiling at what she is doing.  
 
They both didn't notice I was behind the certain now.  
 
Near the old resty surgical tools.  
 
I sat and waited for the right time.  
 
Watching her give him a blowjob.  
 
I thought to myself.  
 
That I grew to despise what they were doing.  
 
Being trapped in the confliction.  
 
Between love and hate for a man I onced loved.  
 
Flashes of erotic memories with him came to mind.  
 
Making me absolutely furious.  
 
The sudden reminder of what gives these two pathetic fucks.  
 
Sexual release.  
 
Only scares me.  
 
Rape was the thing that held me down.  
 
For seven  months.  
 
I had not known a man's touch.  
 
Only of my ex.  
 
He was my first and my only.  
 
Snapping out of relentless thoughts.  
 
I found that the woman was doing a strip tease.  
 
An over taking feeling of sin.  
 
Took over.  
 
Like an instinct.  
 
I grabbed hold of the resty bone saw.  
 
Openning the certain.  
 
The shock was clear on their faces.  
 
I quickly walked over to her.  
 
She was bare.  
 
I knocked her over flat on ground.  
 
She hit her head on the wall.  
 
Knocking her out cold.  
 
The man struggled endlessly.  
 
Murmuring what sounded like.  
 
"Please, leave her alone!"  
 
Glances at him.  
 
I had formed a grin upon my face.  
 
Placing the saw next to her breasts.  
 
I furiously sliced them off.  
 
Waking her to reality.  
 
She screamed as one . . . Two lusterest fun bags hit the ground.  
 
Blood spurted out.  
 
As she laided there bleeding half to death.  
 
She whispered.  
 
"Please. . . Stop. . ."  
 
Moving to their belongings.  
 
I searched in her bag.  
 
And found a dildo.  
 
Taking it over to the girl.  
 
Terror was on her face now.  
 
She went pale.  
 
As I shoved it down her throat.  
 
Silencing her utter whales.  
 
Now grabbing the saw once more.  
 
I walked towards the male.  
 
And jammed the tool through his head.  
 
Killing him instantly.  
 
I turned to the woman.  
 
She weeped.  
 
Her face changed to anguish.  
 
It gave shear delight.  
 
I stood right beside her.  
 
Laughing. . .  
 
She struggled to take the disgusting plastic sex toy.  
 
Out of her mouth.  
 
I raised my leg and positioned my foot.  
 
And stomped the dildo straight down.  
 
She violently choked.  
 
Heaving.  
 
Gasping for air.  
 
She died.  
 
Of suffication and massive blood lost.  
 
I felt a over whelming satisfaction.  
 
Because I after they died.  
 
I took it upon myself to bathe and feast.  
 
In blood.  
 
Devouring of fleshly organs.  
 
Tearing muscles.  
 
Of course, chewing on their faces.  
 
Taking the identities of what made them individuals.  
 
Full and happy with my visit.  
 
To this empty hospital.  
 
I left the operation room how I made it.  
 
With not one . . . But two pest wasting away.  
 
Walking home.  
 
I stopped at the corner of the street.  
 
And asked myself.  
 
"Perhaps, ill go for another check up tomorrow."  
   
That was my memory of the hospital I now go too.  
 
Each and every night.