The Dearest of Them All
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The tall doctor pulled up long rubber surgical gloves that were loose on his firm hands. I stared into his cold eyes. He had such an inviting warming smile, but such an evil, dead expression in his upper features. How I loved him, maybe even like a father, of which I was missing. I dont know had happened to him... but Atleast I had a man to fill the gaps. It was so strange, the doctor being like a father figure and yet him approaching me like a partner. Of course, I could never feel the same way about him. Of course not, Him having to be 30s or in his 40s, and I, just breathing on 15. It was so strange; he was a man just like I was. It couldnt be that he was gay...
He smiled with his teeth, showing off the gap. God... I loved that gap. It was what was so inviting about him, His smile with the gap.
"Hello darling." He said inattentively, scribbling some script on a page in a clipboard. "Are you alright today, dear?"
I nodded. He glanced up at me with an evil glare. "Answer me verbally, you inferior nuisance."
But I just couldn't do it. I couldn't do it. My throat locked up, my jaw clenched. He started screaming at me, to the point where I couldn't hear myself gasp for air. I just got so mad at him, blood rushed to my cheeks and I wouldn't change my expression from a frown. I SHOULD be his! But I could never be! Ever! And it wasnt fair, I wanted him.
He started yelling even harder, as if he was trying to rip his vocal chords out with pressure. I screamed back. I screamed things I couldn't remember if my life depended on it. And it did, too.
He punched me. With a few rings on too, he got me in the eye, cutting the brow and lid. He bit his lip.
"Now look what you've done! You've ruined it all! You could have been it!" He cried out.
"Tell me, I dare you, repeat what you said!" He requested. But I couldn't. My mind froze.
"Damnit, you inferior swine! You useless population infector! Disease spreader! I'll make you useful! I will!"
I couldn't believe what he said. He was going to do it. He was going to kill me, I thought. But it couldnt be true! I needed to be his, I needed to love him! He needed me too, I could tell. He needed someone to fill something in his heart; just like I did. Just us together, it would fix our worlds.
"Now, Dear. He said in a menacing tone. Lay down on the table."
I hesitated, as if to say 'Now?' He thrust a needle near my face.
"Right now, dummkopf!"
I immediately laid face down, on the cot, which was actually very comfortable. He once more glanced over at me. I looked away.
After a moment of five minutes with just pen on paper on clipboard; which felt like hours, he finally approached me.
"Lay the other way, please," He sighed. I did as he told me, afraid of anything but an instant death.
He held a needle of some sort of thick liquid, in which he jabbed into each arm of mine. After a few seconds, I couldn't feel my whole upper body, the skin at least. But the insides felt like they were merging together, then splitting, and boiling and sputtering. I blinked my eyes faintly.
"Can you feel your arms?" I heard his voice fuzzily. I shook my head. He scribbled more on his paper. And then, as I fell in and out of consciousness, I felt a jab in my neck. And I felt everything again. And then, he shone a flashlight in my eyes. They had always been a light brownish green.
And then, finally, a sting, Accompanied by blindness. He has stuck a needle in my... eye. And then the other one.
"For the benefit of the Aryan race, I present, fantastic features!" I felt a pressure my skull, like as if my brain was compressing together and oozing out my eye sockets. But then, I started jerking.
The last thing I saw, was the doctor. He smiled slyly, and leaned in.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time." He muttered sweetly. And then, he kissed me. The doctor kissed me, after nearly 2 months of torture. And then, he grabbed his clipboard, scribbled down what had happened, and then... he wrote neatly, my name.
I love you, His strong, kind voice faded away.
And that, was my last moments with Doctor Josef Mengele, who I treasure dearly.
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