He said he was a professional, that we could trust him.
My husband... I thought he'd be okay.
He wasn't.
The entire time I was waiting in the car, stress overtaking me...
My husband was being killed.
He was being tortured to death.
In that "hospital", that torture chamber.
His screams of pain I never heard, his calls for help I never knew about.
All the while, I was sitting in the car, thinking he would be fine.
That he was in good hands.
A man walked towards my car, in a white, long coat.
"Hello, ma'am. The surgery was successful, would you like to come see him now?"
"Yes, thank you so much!" I grabbed my purse, speed walking towards the building.
I was next.
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Blood
HorreurMark smells something strange in his shower. -----------‐------------------ A collection of short poems including Blood, Love You To Peices, and many more! Playlist credit: @SkullantacySmith
