The basement was dark and dingy, converted into a makeshift medical ward for the most unusual of procedures. The old woman, referred to as the "old witch" by the doctors, lay on the cold, steel table in the center of the room. Her hunched back and long gray hair, coupled with her face full of wrinkles, gave her an appearance of frailty. But despite her appearance, she exuded a strong aura of defiance and sass.
The doctors, a group of three men in lab coats, stood around her, their faces twisted into a sadistic glint as they prepared their instruments. "Time for the procedure, old witch," one of them said, his voice dripping with malice.
The old woman's eyes narrowed as she glared at them. "Sadistic pigs," she spat.
The doctors laughed, their eyes gleaming with excitement. "Oh, you're going to love this," one of them said, as he approached her with a syringe.
The old woman's heart raced as she felt the prick of the needle. The scopolamine coursed through her veins, causing her to become delirious and compliant. The doctors took advantage of this, and one of them produced a speculum.
"Open wide, old witch," he taunted, as he forced the cold metal instrument into her throat.
The old woman tried to fight back, but her weakened state made it difficult. She managed to spit out a few insults, calling the doctors "sadistic pigs" and "perverted bastards."
The doctors laughed at her attempts to resist and continued with the procedure. They began to pack the old woman's throat with thread worms, forcing her to gag and choke on them.
"Oh, you're such a dirty old witch," one of them said, as he watched her struggle.
The old woman's face turned red as she fought to breathe. The doctors watched with excitement as she fought for air.
"Sick fucks," she managed to choke out, her voice hoarse from the thread worms.
The doctors ignored her insults and continued to force the thread worms down her throat and into her lungs. The old woman's body began to convulse as the thread worms entered her lungs. The doctors watched with satisfaction as she choked and gasped for air.
The old woman's eyes rolled back in her head as she lost consciousness. The doctors continued to pack her throat with thread worms, even after she had passed out.
When the old woman woke up, she was disoriented and in pain. She realized what had happened and vowed to get revenge on the doctors. She coughed and gagged on the thread worms in her throat, but she knew she had to find a way to escape and expose the doctors for what they really were.
The doctors left the room, laughing and joking about their sick fetish. The old woman was left alone, her body wracked with pain. But she was determined to survive and make them pay for what they had done.
The old witch was not one to be underestimated. She was strong, controlling, and direct. And she would not let these doctors get away with their twisted games. She would make sure they paid for what they had done, no matter what it took.
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