THE PERFECTION: POOL OF BLOOD

CHAPTER 8

It had been weeks since I had been looking for a new test subject, but I had no more options. I couldn't take another working lady as it would raise suspicion, and I needed a fresh subject to carry out my research. My reputation as a medical researcher was at stake, and I couldn't afford to fail.

Just as I was losing hope, I received news that there was an escapee patient from the North Lake Mental Facility. Her name was Catherine Romero, and they described her as a madwoman on the loose. I couldn't help but feel intrigued by her. Perhaps she would make the perfect subject for my research.

I started to investigate and dig deeper into Catherine's medical history. She was diagnosed with schizophrenia and had a history of violent outbursts. The more I learned about her, the more I wanted to meet her. I wanted to see her for myself and assess whether she could be the subject I had been looking for.

As fate would have it, I met Catherine Romero when I was driving home one night. I saw a woman near a telephone pole, and she stopped me and asked for help. I immediately recognized her as the escapee patient I had been researching. I couldn't believe my luck.

"Excuse me, do you need help?" I asked, as I rolled down the window of my car.

The woman nodded and replied, "Yes, please. I need to go somewhere safe."

"Of course, hop in. What's your name?" I asked, trying to make conversation.

The woman hesitated for a moment before answering, "Catherine Romero."

I was taken aback. I couldn't believe that the woman sitting beside me was the same Catherine Romero I had been researching. I was thrilled.

As I drove her to my home, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of person she was. Was she really a madwoman, or was she just misunderstood? I wanted to know everything about her, and I was determined to find out.

Once we arrived at my home, I gave Catherine a place to rest. She seemed exhausted and frail, but she didn't seem crazy at all. In fact, she seemed very composed and collected, and I couldn't help but wonder if she was really as dangerous as they made her out to be.

As I watched her sleep, I knew that she was the subject I had been looking for. She was the missing piece of the puzzle that would help me take my research to the next level. I couldn't wait to begin my work and create the perfect human being.

Valery's sudden appearance at my doorstep that night caught me off guard. Her eyes blazed with anger as she took in the sight of Catherine sitting on my couch. She stormed in, demanding to know who the woman was and how she ended up in my house. Her jealousy was palpable, and I knew that I had to defuse the situation before it got out of hand.

"Valery, this is none of your business," I said, trying to keep my voice calm.

"How can you say that?" she spat. "I thought we had something special."

"We didn't have anything serious, Valery," I replied firmly. "And even if we did, it wouldn't give you the right to barge in here like this."

Valery's face contorted with rage as she continued to scream and shout. Catherine, who had been resting quietly, suddenly got up and came out of the room. She looked surprised to see Valery, but she didn't seem afraid.

"Is everything okay?" Catherine asked, looking from me to Valery.

"It's fine, Catherine," I assured her. "Valery's just leaving now."

But Valery wasn't ready to go quietly. She continued to scream and shout, making a scene in my living room. I knew that I had to get her out of there before she caused any more trouble. Finally, I managed to convince her to leave, and she stormed out of my house in a huff.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I watched her go. I didn't need that kind of drama in my life, especially not with everything else that was going on. As soon as Valery was gone, I turned to Catherine and apologized for the disturbance.

"I'm sorry about that," I said. "She's just an ex-girlfriend who can't seem to let go."

Catherine nodded sympathetically. "I understand. I've had my fair share of jealous exes, too."

We chatted for a while and i offered her some coffee, she was nice enough to not complain of the weird taste. i drugged her, and into my car trunk she went, to the lab we headed.

As I stood there in my lab, staring at Catherine's unconscious body, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with fear. This was my second victim, and I was determined to make it a success. The first time had been a learning experience, but now I was more prepared than ever.

I began by carefully examining Catherine's body, looking for the perfect spot to start the incision. As I ran my fingers over her skin, I could feel the goosebumps rising on my arms. It was an eerie feeling, knowing that I was about to remove someone's skin while they were still alive.

I took a deep breath and made the first cut. The blade sliced through her skin like butter, and I could feel my heart racing with anticipation. I worked quickly and methodically, taking care not to damage any of the underlying tissues or organs.

As I worked, I thought about Catherine's past, the lies she had told me. It was clear that she had a troubled history, but that didn't matter to me. All that mattered was that I had found the perfect test subject.

Hours passed as I continued my work, removing Catherine's skin piece by piece. It was a delicate process, and one mistake could mean the end of my experiment. But I was careful and precise, and soon her entire body was exposed.

I took a step back to admire my work. Catherine's body was now a shell, a mere husk of its former self. But to me, it was a work of art. I had achieved what I set out to do, and now I could begin my experiments in earnest.

As I looked down at Catherine's lifeless body, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. This was just the beginning. There would be more test subjects, more experiments to conduct. And I was ready for all of it.