I woke up in the hospital ward, seeing Needle-Nurse's face first thing after opening my eyes. That was a shitty wake-up call.
She made a reverse-smile at me, pressing her lips together in disgust.
"We have a psychologist here, a priest as well. Go to them, and stop coming here."
"Ma'am, with all due respect, I'm really dying to disrespect you in every way possible—all but in a sexual one." Having said this part, I felt a lot lighter.
She smacked my face hard, reminding me of my grandmother, letting me feel nostalgic.
"You are lucky. You woke up right in time for the showers." She grinned her ugly face evilly, and now I really contemplated if my grandmother had dressed up as the nurse.
"I can't wait to shower, ma'am. Please expect a few patients with unusual wounds on them." I grinned back at her, ready to get a bit of rage out of my system.
She didn't smack me; it seemed it was an unconscious action. Maybe she also has a little grandson she usually torments, just like the old dragon with me.
Giving me a mocking look, she left, guards entering in her stead. I was brought directly to the shower-room.
There were already nearly twenty men inside. That's a lot, even with magic weapons.
My wrists and ankles were uncuffed. I stripped and went to the others, everyone standing in a row, around thirty shower heads running simultaneously. The steam was hardcore. I thought they only get cold showers in prison. This nice feeling nearly made me want to sigh in bliss, but it also made it more difficult to see when I would get attacked. I didn't close my eyes, letting the hot water fall into them, not daring to do so.
However, nothing happened. Not when I washed my hair, not when I washed my body. Hm. Have I seen too many movies? Have I gotten myself respect just by screaming at them endlessly? I chuckled. I don't think so.
When I saw that there was only one guard left inside the big shower room, and that this last guard turned his back to us after looking at me, well, I knew I was right. No, I had been right all along.
They were coming for my ass. Maybe cause I was dumb enough to provoke them while breaking down, perhaps because I was good-looking, possibly because I was fresh meat, maybe because I was underage, or because of all these shitty reasons.
Some dude gripped my arm and threw me on the tiled floor, away from the showers. It—yes—hurt like hell, but every damn injury I got on my battered body hurt like damn hell. Still, getting accustomed to the pain, it wasn't so bad.
My bandages were wet, but I could still move my hands just fine.
One guy grabbed my hair; a few others were surrounding us, while the most men didn't care, continuing to shower.
I conjured my knife up and turned, stabbing his stomach. This, he hadn't seen coming, this motherfucker. Blood poured out, and I felt like laughing. I really started to love the color 'red'.
Someone yelled, someone kicked me, and someone pressed me on the floor with his knees. Laying on my stomach and looking back, I saw a guy with a boner coming to me, a weird smile on his face. And that was when I completely snapped. Thought I couldn't get more out of control, but fuck it, I could.
I raised my upper body as far as I could and slammed my head against the floor. The guy kneeling on me loosened his hold for a second, instinctively backing up. I felt dizzy, but also so fucking damn high. Turning and slipping out, I rammed the knife wherever I could get him with, not really sure what I was stabbing. But, who cares? I didn't want him.
I wanted to cut off a dick today, and fuck, I would do just that. The muscular boner guy punched me hard as I threw myself in his direction. I just took the punch, but I still managed to grab his dick. It was such a disgusting feeling that I wanted to vomit here and there. Slicing down with all my might, while he punched me again, I held a piece of flesh in one hand—the rest of my body was sprayed with blood as horrendous screams echoed through the room. Fuck, I don't know if he survives this. Still, I was already in here; nothing wrong with racking up more crimes.
I have to say, as a man myself, I had been unsure if I would actually get scruple going through with it. But these men around me did not feel like humans anymore; merely like some deranged monsters, similar to the torso-deer.
It was a fucking blast.
The one guard who had been turned around tackled me to the ground. He broke my good wrist, and the knife fell on the floor, as he bellowed for reinforcement together with the other prisoners.
"SHIT!"
"GUARDS!"
"HELP!"
It was laughable. However, you motherfuckers, it had already been two minutes.
"WANNA SEE A MIRACLE? CALL ME YOUR GOD, YOU FUCKERS!" I screamed while laughing manically, the guard pressing my naked body down and handcuffing me.
The knife, having slid away a few meters, disappeared.
The blood on me disappeared.
The ugly flesh piece that was still gripped in one of my cuffed hands disappeared.
The open wounds of the two men I had stabbed were scarring over, along with the bad injury of the now-unconscious boner guy. Ups, I will have to change that nickname.
Where there was an open wound, only a hideous scar was left behind in a place that would never again resemble that of a man.
And just like that, I finished my magic trick.