The dimly lit clinic waiting room reeked of disinfectant and desperation. I, a connoisseur of questionable desires, took a seat next to three large, old, and unattractive women. They gave me awkward glances, their eyes lingering on my outfit, which screamed "I'm here for the same reason you are."
A muted TV in the corner played a compilation of the latest sessions from the clinic. On the screen, a toddler girl was forced to eat a massive amount of parasitic worms while an older woman looked on with sadistic pleasure. I tried to stifle a chuckle, but my chairmate, adorned with a monocle, beat me to it.
"I do so love it when they squirm," she said, her voice dripping with delight. The other women nodded in agreement, their eyes never leaving the screen.
A brochure on the table depicted a toddler girl being raped, and I couldn't help but feel a shiver of excitement run down my spine. I picked it up and flipped through the pages, my heart racing with each image.
The doctor, a stern-looking woman, entered the room and began interviewing each woman about their feelings towards the scenes. She turned to me and asked, "And what do you think of this?" I responded with a devious grin, "It's delightfully wicked." The other women snickered, their eyes filled with approval.
The TV displayed a scene of a toddler's eye being tortured with a sharp object. The women watched with rapt attention as the child's pupil was rubbed raw. The doctor asked, "How does this make you feel?" I replied, "It's a beautiful kind of cruelty."
A magazine on the table showed a girl being blinded by a foreign object being inserted into her pupil. My chairmate exclaimed, "Oh, that's a good one!" I nodded in agreement, my mind racing with new ideas.
The doctor nodded and continued her interviews, asking each woman about their preferred methods of eye torture. I shared my love for pushing objects under toddlers' eyelids and holding their eyelids open for maximum impact. The women discussed the different types of objects used for eye torture, from needles to pen caps, and the damage they cause.
The TV showed a toddler being made to vomit worms into the face and eyes of another toddler. The women cheered and clapped, their faces flushed with excitement. The doctor turned to me and asked, "What ideas does this give you for your own activities?" I responded, "I can't wait to try it out."
The women continued to discuss and share their depraved fantasies as we awaited our turn in the clinic. I was eager to indulge in my own desires, but for now, I was content to sit back and enjoy the show.
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