The man stood over Damien in an excruciating minute. "You know, the lungs are very, very frail. I wonder what would happen if they were to- - shall we say... Rapture?" Damien was overcome with intense feeling of fear, mixed in with dread. He shook his head side to side as if to indicate negatively to the question. The surgeon laughed a cruel menacing laugh, and said, "POP! Why wonder what COULD happen, when I can see what will happen right now! AT NY FINGER TIPS!" There was numerous amounts of blood, and fleaks of tissue scattering the floor. Damien's head was swaying back and forth in rushed, panicked motions.
The man took his bloody pointer finger and pressed it down on Damien's for head, making the shaking of his head halt. He looked into those mass of organs and ripped out an intestine with a sickening rip stabbing the air with its shrill sound. Damien's mind was throbbing, and in an instant, the pain, the visions, the life was all gone. The surgeon stared at the dead body. - laugher, crazy, psychotic laughter howled into the night.
Damien woke up. He was laying in a hospital bed tearing up. He laughed and giggled. "Oh..my god... I thought that was all real..." A doctor who looked like the psychoic surgeon in Damien's dream came into the hospital room. The surgeon smiled creepy like. "Shh.... Shh... this is all to real.." He goes up to Damien taking a knife and stabs cutting open his throat. Damien's life is all gone. Everything he was is now gone. The surgeon smiled and walked out of the room closing the door behind him. He chuckled. "Sweet dreams...."
THE END
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Hopeless
HorrorDamien awakens in a bed. Only to find he is restrained. His vocal chords ripped out of him, he can only move his fingers and feet. Will he die or live. Read to continue.
