N.B: This chapter has strong depictions of sexual harassment and Gore. Read if you dare.
Georgina's P.O.V (Flashback)
Light flashed my eyes as I awoke from my slumber. The sight of white walls and beeping sound of life support machines had me thinking how did I end up in a hospital. I put myself upright on the bed and tried to remember how I got here in this white gown adorned in pink stars but it proved futile.
Suddenly, my stomach grumbled loudly, indicating that I have not eaten in a while. As my thoughts about food increased in number, a male nurse walked into the room carrying a food-filled tray consisting of mashed potatoes, chicken soup, tomato salad and pudding. I internally thanked God for answering my thoughts while watching my food being brought to me.
The nurse gently placed the tray on my lap and settled down on the edge of the bed.
"Good morning, Ms. Bell. You're awake early," he greeted, patiently awaiting my response. Before replying, I discreetly glanced at his name tag, not wanting to address him simply as 'nurse'. Upon discovering the crudely crafted tag, I silently acknowledged his name as Ryan.
"Good morning, Mr. Ryan. I'm curious to know how I ended up in the hospital," I inquired.
"Oh, don't you remember? It seems the lightning strike had a slight impact on your memory," he replied.
"Lightning strike?!" I exclaimed in shock.
"Yes, you and your classmates were electrocuted during a lesson. You've been in a coma for three days since then," he explained. Concern for my classmates' well-being flooded my mind, and I desperately wanted to check on them. However, it was as if Mr. Ryan could read my thoughts, for he addressed my worries without prompt. "Don't worry about your classmates. They are in stable conditions and will soon regain consciousness. Right now, your focus should be on recovering, and you can start by eating this food before it gets cold," he offered, handing me a spork to use.
As I eagerly took a bite of the creamy mashed potatoes blended with the savory soup, I anticipated a burst of delightful flavors. However, to my dismay, the taste was far from what I had imagined. It resembled the unpleasant sensation of consuming expired food that had been sitting for an entire year. Despite my reluctance, I reluctantly swallowed the unappetizing mixture. Hoping for a better experience, I decided to sample the tomato salad next. Unfortunately, the taste mirrored that of the previous dish, leaving a lingering disappointment in my mouth. The pudding, which I had high hopes for, turned out to be even worse than the other foods, causing a wave of nausea to wash over me.
I placed the spork on the table, causing Mr. Ryan to become perplexed by my seemingly unusual behavior.
His curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn't help but inquire, "Why...why aren't you eating?" His voice was filled with genuine concern.
With a nonchalant shrug, I calmly responded, "Oh... it's just that I'm not hungry at the moment. I'll be fine." I tried to dismiss any worries he might have had.
However, Mr. Ryan was adamant and insisted, "No, no, no. You must eat. You've just awakened from a coma, and your body needs nourishment to regain its strength and vitality." His tone conveyed a sense of urgency and care.
Despite his insistence, I reassured him, "No, really, I'm fine. I feel perfectly-" Before I could finish my sentence, he interrupted me with a sudden, loud growl.
"Just eat the damn food, bitch, so I can satisfy my carnal desires!" His outburst left me utterly shocked and taken aback. The words that escaped his lips were completely unexpected and inappropriate. "You heard me! I'm not a nurse; I'm just an average, sexually frustrated man seeking a submissive partner to fulfill my desires. And the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were the perfect object for me to exploit and dominate," he said with a sinister grin, revealing his true intentions.
Terrified of the potential harm he could inflict upon me, I desperately attempted to flee, only to find myself forcefully held down onto the bed by him. Ryan, the deranged individual, positioned himself on top of me, leaning in close to my neck to deeply inhale my scent.
"Your fragrance is absolutely divine... The mere thought of blending it with mine fills me with an insatiable desire to dominate you," he whispered menacingly into my ear. The revulsion that washed over me upon hearing his repulsive words was overwhelming. It was in that moment that I completely lost control, my mind consumed by a seething rage. I locked eyes with Ryan, my expression devoid of any emotion.
"Why do you persist in staring at me so intently? Are you prepared to surrender your body as a proper sex toy?" He chuckled darkly.
"No... it's just that, why do you appear so tantalizing, as if begging to be devoured?" A wicked smirk spread across my face as I swiftly sank my teeth into his right hand, tearing it away from his elbow with a savage force.
The white bed sheets and my gown were drenched in vermilion as blood splattered all over. Ryan let out a piercing howl of agony as he tumbled off the bed, desperately attempting to crawl away. Without hesitation, I rose from the bed and leisurely made my way towards him. Seizing his left foot, I twisted it in the opposite direction, ripping it off completely. His anguished screams echoed through the room as he curled into a fetal position. For some reason, the sound of his suffering and the metallic taste of his blood brought me an inexplicable sense of satisfaction, pleasure and delight. Lowering myself to his eye level, I yanked his hair back to reveal the sheer terror etched on his face.
"Please spare me! I swear I won't harm you! I'll do anything you ask, just spare my life!" he pleaded in a voice filled with desperation.
"I'm afraid that's not an option, my dear. Your blood is simply too delectable, and I find immense pleasure in witnessing the fear in your eyes," I calmly stated, gripping his chin firmly.
"Now, be a good meal and let me consume every part of you," I murmured into his ear before sinking my teeth into it without hesitation and ripping it off.
Ryan let out a piercing scream of agony, causing me to wince in response. Without thinking, I mercilessly tore off chunks of his flesh, one by one, until his voice faded into silence. I behaved like a savage beast, mindlessly consuming his body parts for the next two hours.
When my senses finally returned to me, I found myself standing in the center of a room drenched in blood. The gruesome sight before me was a testament to the horrors I had committed. In my hands, I held Ryan's severed arm, its flesh still warm and dripping with crimson.
As I surveyed the room, my gaze fell upon a broken mirror adorned with splatters of red. Its surface reflected an image that I struggled to comprehend. The figure staring back at me was drenched in blood, particularly around the mouth where an eyeball grotesquely dangled from the side. Its eyes were an abyssal black, with only a scarlet ring encircling the dilated pupil. The hair, a shade of brunette with a hint of indigo, framed the face of this monstrous being.
I scrutinized the reflection, my heart pounding in my chest, and came to a horrifying realization. The being in the mirror was none other than myself. In that moment, it dawned on me that I had become a true embodiment of a monster, forever trapped in this nightmarish existence...