Be(d)evil

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This is not for you.

Shaniv stops himself from stealing the unclaimed soda can from the vending machine. He has ten minutes before he has to get back to his rounds in the hospital he was assigned for the internship program.

It is not easy being a medical student. To survive four taxing and torturous years of rigorous sleepless nights and anxious hands scribbling answers to every question in the exams that had happened over the years is an amazing feat in itself.

But the joke's on everyone.

Shaniv's into that shit.

No, studying isn't his hobby. But the pain of pushing oneself to their limits, unsure if they will ever have a chance to wake up the next day alive excites him. It was like playing several rounds of Russian roulette, considering he has the gun and guts to pull the trigger— feeling nothing but excitement as he anticipates the bullet thrusting into his already taxed-out mind. Would he die of starvation if he didn't eat for a week? Ah, he certainly puts a different meaning to 'butterflies in one's stomach'. To Shaniv, it feels like another piece of meat beats inside him whenever he catches himself feeling exhausted.

Yet again, it was the thrill of getting caught in the act that help him steal glances from his sides, before finally taking the chance to take the soda can. Will he ever get caught for not paying for this measly one can of soda? Will he be bent over by the hood of the cop's car with his hands cuffed at his back? My word, the thought of it alone didn't help him from squirming from where he stood, trying to ease the ache between his legs. As an added bonus, he lets out a moan, looking past his shoulders to see if there was anyone else in the scene.

There's no one else. Dammit.

It would've been better if a resident nurse or doctor were to witness this, he thinks. Oh, the horror! Mind the sarcasm.

It was decaffeinated coffee-flavored soda. The worst flavor to ever visit his tongue and to slither by his throat. But fuck, he loves the wincing sounds he makes and how his face distorts as he carefully, or rather, stared with lust at his reflection by the glass of the vending machine. At this point, he'd be mistaken for eye-fucking himself in public. He won't complain about it, though.

Because Shaniv, again, is into that shit.

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A/N: So hi. How is the prologue working out so far for y'all? Hehe, let me know in the replies. I'd be happy to cater UWU Please look forward to the next update!