>>1910

Oh my god, this is so embarrassing. Of course I just had to be an utter klutz and spill some red wine all over my blouse; and of course Roman just got up to get something from the cellar, and I have no idea where the bathroom is. Looks like I have no other choice. I get up and go down the stairs, past a bulky-looking metal door; what's he keeping down here, a collection of ages-old expensive wines?

“Roman? Are you there? I'm sorry, but where's the bathroom?” No answer. Of course. I walk down the hall to the only door with light behind it and enter the room. It's a small bare room with a huge metal table in the center, a row of jars with pictures on them on a shelf, and a faint but sharp smell in the air, not unlike some organic solvents I worked with before. Against better knowledge I walk closer to the shelf to inspect its contents.

What the fuck?! They look smaller than I would have thought, but unless my basic anatomy knowledge is failing me, those are several uteri, most with the ovaries and stuff still attached floating in what's probably formaldehyde. Why would someone like Roman have a collection of those in the cellar? That's a really macabre hobby. ...Or he's a serial killer. Yeah, right, I watch too many crime series, he- wait, that photo, that's Natalia, she went missing a few weeks ago. Don't tell me-

“I'm sorry you had to see this.” Roman's suave voice makes me flinch and spin around with a panicked expression to see him blocking the doorway.

“Roman! What's the meaning of this?”

“It means I can't let you leave. It's a shame, I was really looking forward to working with you. But alas...”

“No, I won't tell anyone, I swear! Please!”

“Sorry, but I can't take that risk.” His demeanor doesn't even change as Roman suddenly comes towards me, swinging a baseball bat I didn't even notice he had, and I can't stop it from hitting me in the side of the head and everything goes blank

I wake up with a throbbing pain in my head, but that quickly becomes the least of my concerns as I notice I'm also naked and strapped to a table chained at my wrists and ankles. I try to break myself free, but to no avail, the shackles won't even budge.

Just moments later Roman steps into view, wearing a bright green surgical gown and mask and carrying a tray full of metal tools. “You're awake. That means we can start with the procedure.”

“No, please! I swear to god I won't tell anyone about this! Just let me g-Aahhh!” My pleas are cut off into a scream of utter agony as Roman places a scalpel just above my pussy and brutally drags it upwards, cutting through my skin and the muscle below almost up to the navel, then adds a sideways cut to paint a huge bloody cross on my abdomen.

My voice fails and I'm reduced to low sobbing and whimpering as my eyes flood with tears and teeth clench so hard they might break. With a gloved hand, Roman folds away the sides of the cuts, literally opening my insides, and on top of the pain and fear, at the view of my internal organs I feel like I could throw up; I don't want to see this!

But when I look head away, the pain and the low squishy sounds without seeing what's happening is somehow are even worse, so after a few moments I return my gaze, to see Roman carefully cut something in the bloody mess that is my insides, before pulling at it, and a moment later with a sickening sound, it comes loose and I have to see my own uterus torn out from my body as the taste of bile fills my mouth.

The pain already is so bad I hardly notice a difference, yet it feels like there's a hole inside me, much larger than it should be, but I start hysterically sobbing and thrashing against my restraints, but it still doesn't do anything other than splash even more blood from my ravaged abdomen and even dripping out through my pussy.

By now part of me has probably realized I'm going to die here, but the rest of me still continues weakly fighting against the chains holding me even as the edges of my vision start to dim, no doubt due to blood loss. “Oh, you're still awake?” Roman turns around from whatever he was doing on that tray, his entire front splashed in blood, and walks up to me. “Allow me to put you out of your misery.”

“...!” I'm just about to say something when he leans forward and with a flash of metal there's a sharp pain across my neck, and all I can produce is a voiceless stutter as I feel a warm stream of liquid pour all over my neck, and some of the metallic taste even seeps into my mouth, making me cough. I struggle for a few seconds longer before all strength leaves my body and darkness quickly closes in on me and everything fades

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In the interest of fairness, instead of my own request, I'll repost an earlier one (>>1905) because there were two replies to the same request, and of those, mine was the one that got used (this is just copy-pasted, I'm not perfectly sure what to make of it either ^^).

K/V: Killer
Name: Aikoko
Age: 2 (Biologically 24)
Sex: Oh yes plea- oh, um, female. Heh.
Characteristics: For some reason I look too muscular in this picture - my neck certainly isn't that think for instance. Meh, they can't all come out perfect. Anyway as you can see I'm a skinny, pasty little waif with green hair and light blue eyes.
Note that I'm mute due to a birth complication so while I'm glad to get suggestions on how to... "satisfy" my client I won't be much for conversation ;)
Scene: I've convinced you to join me and my sister Aiko on a road trip to the Burning Man festival, and along the way we took all of your clothes and disposed of them several miles back. We're currently in an RV deciding whether to pull over and camp out for the night or drive through the night and arrive at the festival early in the morning; you have the tiebreaking vote.