The Surgeon (Caution: Disturbing Content)

The Surgeon

Feathery carresses across alabaster skin
rivulets of crimson slowly ooze forth
terrified eyes staring in stunned disbelief
her screams smothered by the gag as
gloves of ebony black with razor bladed tips
gently kiss her previously unmarred visage
eliciting silent screams with orbs tight closed
in a rictus of agony

How did she get here where evil reigns supreme
where the cold marble beneath her feet is stained
with the blood of sacrifices to the insanity
of a diseased mind rotting like putrid flesh?

Manacled hands beseach mercy from one unknowing
of the finer emotion, but only the lines he traces
in slow running rivulets to flow silently
down trembling thighs and legs to pool in silence
beneath feet still enclosed by stylish heels

Her tenderest secrets revealed to the slow blades
of the gloves as the cruel face smiles in an ecstacy
bordering on an unbelievably intense orgasm

Her shapely legs give way to weakness as she hangs
from the chains wrapped through the manacles
that allow him to watch every blink, each mounting
realization that no escape is possible.

The blood slowly drains from the veins he has opened
with surgical precision, as if each location is known,
he gives himself up wholly to the divine and powerful
tastes of warm life lapped greedily from her tortured body
as it slowly goes limp in death.

No more the streets and alleyways slashing with no finesse,
but the slow agony in uninterupted privacy to enjoy
for hours while he slakes the thist for pain and suffering.
The Surgeon smiles in pleasure as he contemplates who will be
next...