Lisa pinned down her victim, palm over the mouth, never letting the scream out; her victim struggled under Lisa without any success, as the struggle continued, Lisa pulled out a hammer and smashed the victim's skull. The skull cracked with a loud noise, blood streamed out, the eyes popped out vigorously, but regardless of all this, Lisa continued to hit her victim. She got excited with each crack, and she continued to hit repeatedly with a psychotic enjoyment. When the victim struggled no more, Lisa stopped and threw the hammer away. With her blood drenched hands, she ripped off the victim's cloth. The blood continued to flow down the victim's body, down the neck, between the breasts, down the thighs. Lisa spread the blood across the body with her hands. Once she was done with the spread, Lisa bent over, on her knee, naked and bare, she began to lick every part of her dead victim. In little time, her moth was full of blood; she swallowed every drop with utmost ecstasy and ultimate pleasure.
Lisa woke up at the snap; Doctor Paul Peterson gave her a glass of water and asked her to relax. She gulped down the liquid nervously. The doctor watched her throughout the process, as she placed the glass on the table, her eyes showed the impact of the trance she'd been through just some minutes ago. The doctor tried twice before he started the talk,
'Just tell me truthfully, have you ever witnessed a murder or committed one? Your way of description of what you saw in the trance urges me to ask this question again, even though you've told me twice before that you haven't.'
Lisa stressed her memory, frowned and thought; the same answer came from her mouth, NO. The doctor gasped and sat back in his chair. He sat still before he said again,
'Sorry Lisa, I think I can't help you. What confuses me is how, I recommend you to a better doctor. Also, otherwise you'd need to tell me more about yourself, all I know about you is that you are Lisa.'
Lisa slowly stood from her seat, she picked her handbag, and walked over to the exit door. She paused, turned back to her doctor and asked,
'Is it possible that medicines can be used to manipulate people?'
'Yes, I've known a lot of cases like that since my time in practice.'
'So then even the medicine givers can be manipulated?'
'I don't get your point, wait, what you mean?'
'Do you know the strange case of Dr. Lisandra Longbottom?'
'Yes, it was a strange case, much beyond logic. Why that now?'
Lisa walked over to the Doctor's table again, much to the doctor's surprise, she came over to him behind the table and surprisingly pressed her lips against his; though surprised, he took it with pleasure. He felt something in his throat, as they kissed, Dr. Paul fell back with a loud thud, in a single minute blood began to stream on the floor. Lisa bent down, confirmed his death and left, wiping his lips with a tissue she tossed into a passing car.
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FRAGMENTS - THE SEGMENTS
General FictionFRAGMENTS is a collection of classic short stories. Gradually added to the combination.