The Morgue Of Reposession

{Mag Sweet}    
-A 15 year old girl has just been dropped off at a strange location, promised a nice man will help her with her debts. When she bought a new kidney but could never manage to square away the checks-    
   
"Just relax, this will all be over before you know it doll face."    
The gruff, sinister tone calls from the darkened shadows    
Slipping on his black latex gloves    
Snapping one against his wrist with an sharp echoing *pop*    
I swallow hard, my hands shaking    
The air so chill and sleek, I can see my own breath    
"Come now dear. Into the operation room."    
He places his hand on my shoulder making me flinch    
I look up at him for reassurance    
But I only receive even more fright    
His face covered by a blood spattered gas mask of sorts    
His eyes from what I can see are solid black and hallow    
I whimper as he forces me to take a step    
"It's alright sweety. I've done this many times."    
He says, without even looking down at my pale face    
I nod and accept my fate    
Taking a deep breath I walk    
The door slams shut and locks behind us suddenly    
The heavy metal door become encased in jagged razor sharp blood spattered spikes    
I yelp and try to pull away    
But he has my wrist tight    
He yanks me back, and places my arm behind my back    
Wrapping his other arm tightly round' my neck    
I gasp and start to cry    
Sniffling with burning hot tear running down my cheeks    
He gives a low rumbling hiss    
"Be still!"    
He orders    
Almost bringing me to my knees    
But instead I freeze    
Holding my breath    
Afraid of the punishment    
"Good, good."    
He says in a light chuckle    
"Now, If you do not try to pull anything like that again."    
He looks down at me    
"We can begin."    
He looks across the room    
At an old stained granite autopsy table    
I can see it has been fixed with metal restraints    
And a pipe down the bottom    
I can hear a quiet trickle of blood dripping down the pipe    
I gulp and I can feel my hands shaking    
"It's alright little girl."    
He lies    
"You won't feel a thing."    
Suddenly a putrid gas fills the room    
A thick green fog pours down from the ceiling    
I yelp and try to escape    
Looking for an exit frantically    
But he tightens his grip round' my throat    
Making me cough and gasp    
He groans a bit but keeps steady    
As I try to fight him    
Stomping in his thick leather metal tipped boots with all my might    
And he suddenly releases me    
I loose my balance and fall to the ground    
Hot tears splashing on the stained ground    
I look up at him with a nasty look of hate    
An inferno raging in my eyes    
He only stands above me crossing his arms    
His muffled masked breathing is all I can hear    
As I try to hold my breath    
My vision becomes hazy    
I can feel the room spinning    
Blotches of black haze fill my mind    
And the last thing I see as I fade into black is the dark repo man walking towards me    
   
{Repo Man}    
-A dark shadow of a man, has just received a new victim. No one really knows his name for sure. He stands at 6'10 head and shoulders, pray you never end up at his door.-    
   
I lead the girl down the hall    
I can tell she is scared    
Oh what fun    
She is a fighter    
Even better    
Makes the rich black cherry blood taste that much sweeter    
"B-but sir. I'll be okay right? Right?"    
Her shaky sugar voice flows like tainted water    
So I nod and reassure her    
She still does not calm    
But who would?    
When the heavy gate slams    
They always jump    
Even the strongest and toughest of men    
"N-no. This isn't right! I-I'm not sapost to be here! You can't do this!"    
A sinister smirk of a smile is hidden behind my blood spattered mask    
Watching the light leave her eyes when the smokes pours    
The gasps and choking spits of last words is a sweet symphony to my ears    
"P-Please. N-No. . . .I don't-"    
Soon when she fades to black    
I handle her with such care    
Gently placing her stiffening limp body onto the table    
Stripping the fabric off her soft skin with such care    
But then my mood changes    
And I think of what I am forced to do    
And I rip open her silky flesh    
Tearing around inside    
Searching until I find    
Ah-ha!    
Indeed    
This is what you died for    
Holding up a synthetic organ    
Still warm and oozing with blood    
I chuckle so deep the whole room shakes    
After placing the unscathed organ in a disinfectant jar    
Now it is time to have some fun    
I shove my arm up her now hallowed belly    
Until my fingers can reach the jaws    
Making the girl my human puppet    
Playing with my toy like a little schoolboy    
Then when I tire of that    
I take out her teeth    
Pulling them one by one    
Placing them in jars filled with others    
Ripping out the tongue    
Saving the liver in the fridge    
Studying the different bones    
Testing how each break the fastest    
Heated blood flows from the incision    
Dripping down the rusty pipe    
A gruff violent surgery with no anaesthetic    
I am the repo man    
And all here fear me