The dentist is my grave

The man was dressed in a white coat with pitch black gloves. He ran his skinny fingers over the gear he had prepared he saw me gazing at him, he gave a crooked smile his smooth lips crinkled for someone who worked with mouths you would think he would use lip balm, or maybe it just came with old age, I put my wild thoughts away, and I looked back at him. He pushed the tool tray and looked at me, none of us spoke a word he started to look at my teeth pulling at my cheek to get a better look he complemented my gums I looked down at him because I could not speak for his hand was in my mouth things went quiet again I used that time to examen my surroundings the room was an off-white colour with a dull pastel blue thick brim the room with one single window. It smelt oddly like old people, kind of musky, like something was forgotten and curled up and kicked the bucket. But not something big something small for the smell was not huge but merely faint my thoughts are broken by a small jerk of pain the old man takes his hand out of my mouth he grabs a rubber mask from the wall I ask him what he needs that for I start to sit up he pushes me down and shoves the mask on my face I was toast I didn't know what to do I squirmed and squirmed the last thing I remember is that crusty smile. I woke up queasy in a room far different to the previse room, a room similar to the off-white dentist room from before except this one was rusty and the smell was sicking, no one was around it took a moment for me to be able dizzy free enough for me to try and sit up, I tried to sit up but was stopped by cuffs holding me down the old dentist man cam into the still dressed in his white coat and gloves, only this time he was wearing blue surgical scrubs. I cried to him to tell me what was happing, but he didn't say a world, he only intensely stared at me. He pulled the hanging light over my face I flinched my eyes took a few blinks for them to adjust, the lights reflected on to his face all I could see was his narrow eyes and wrinkles that had came was his old age, I lay there shaking as he started to fiddle with his tools. He starts to make grunting nosies that soon start to sound inhuman like as the sounds he made progress he started to look around the not moving his body just his head, but his eyes always locked on the tools. Furthermore, he finally decided to take off his gloves running his long fingers on my skin he stopped making noise and stopped running his 0fingers on my face I stare at him back out of fear unable to find the words to say he starts to laugh in a screeching way he puts his fingers on my eyelid I flinch he pulls my eyeball up I flinch at this unnatural feeling I muster the courage to tell him to leave me alone he locks his eyes with mine I start to speak when suddenly he digs his index finger around my eye I scream agony as I'm screaming and struggling he starts to examen my eye tossing it from hand to hand I scream why are u doing this to me while crying he looks at me and pulls his mask down and comes close to me, he looks at the eye in his hand then back at me locking eye content while turning his head. He licks it I start to gag and cry I am now feeling quizzy once again then crushes it in his hand rich red blood oozes from the covering his hand mixed with black syrup from the pupil then opened up my eyeless eye socket and shoving it back in it, he licks his hand clean then he grabs a small knife scalpel and starts to cut my lip down to my jaw all I can taste is salty blood I scream and shake he starts to cut my gums off of all my front teeth ripping them out one by one I start to scream blunt curse words at him while choking on blood he grabs a needle and starts threading string through the needle hole he jabs the small needle carefully every time through the finely cut skin stitching up my mouth my eyes go blood shoot still choking on the for ever flowing blood, he stares at me in delight, blood starts to poor out of his sloppy stitching the last thing i remember is being dumped in a hole in the wall that was my end, and possibly you're so the next time you at the dentist beware your near end.