Confessions From The Subconscious

The Dentist Who Liked Little Girls

Jane was a great client of mine. She would come to my office every 6 months for a regular clean and check up on her teeth. The last time she came, all her baby teeth had fallen out. I remember when we first met, she had only lost her two front teeth. She was growing before my eyes!

Jane was a clear favorite of Thomas (my assistant) and I. She was the sweetest thing I had ever seen, and always smiled wherever she went. I would be lying if I said I didn't fancy her.

The last time Jane visited for an appointment was when I had to give her fillings. I noticed that she'd changed a bit since the last time I'd seen her. Her shorts were remarkably short, revealing her lovely, tanned legs. I'm quite sure she was also wearing mascara, but I can't entirely recall. I can't really explain it, but there was something about her that aroused me.

Usually Jane's mother would sit in the back of the room while I operate on her daughter's teeth, but this time she said that she lost her phone while arriving and had to go find it. Her car wasn't parked far from the office, so she assured that she wouldn't be gone for long.

When she left, I instantly took the opportunity to force myself upon Jane. She was initially confused, and did not know how to react. But as I attempted to undress her, she began to squirm and kick. Thomas--being of the same kind as me--held a dental pick against Jane's neck, and threatened to slit her throat if she screamed or resisted.

Jane cried hysterically as Thomas and I debauched her innocence. I, however, felt no shame or guilt for the deed because there seemed to be a malevolence that possessed my body. I was not thinking in my right mind.

After 5 minutes passed, Thomas warned me that the mother was returning. I heard the bell at the the front door jingle as I buckled my pants and tidied Jane up.

"Now Jane, you mustn't tell about this. Do you understand?" I whispered in her ear. "If you start running your mouth, I'll kill you and your mother. Now you don't want that, do you?"

Jane solemnly shook her head, tears running down her cheeks by the dozen.

When Jane's mother found her daughter crying, she rushed to her side, wiping her tears with a tissue as she asked her why she was so upset.

"Jane's just a little scared of the sharp dentist utensils, aren't you?"

Jane quietly looked up at me, her large blue eyes screaming with fear, and she slowly nodded her head.