Notoriously Nefarious_The Rise of a Neu Reich by Sergio Black

Author:Sergio Black [Black, Sergio]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sergio Ulleg
Published: 2019-06-11T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

EXPOSED: THE MONSTER WITHIN!

Lisa Ann stands quietly in the small observation room, watching from behind the two-way mirror and observes the Mad Doctor circle the Panic Room, whispering to himself like a crazed mental patient with Dissociative Identity Disorder, the separate identities warring against each other for dominance within. The Mad Doctor seems to regain his composure as he approaches Nefarious. Lisa Ann feels the pent-up tension resonating through the two-way glass and knows something drastic is about to occur. The Mad Doctor stands over Nefarious and whispers, then begins shouting like there was someone else in the room. “Mother! See what you have created! The villain known as me!” Andrew says this with such intensity, he heaves and shakes, then froths at the mouth. That’s all that Lisa Ann can make out. She wants to listen in but doesn’t dare push the intercom button, for the static of the speaker would alert him to her presence. The Mad Doctor rages in silent anger then strikes Nefarious over and over again with a closed fist until he’s battered to consciousness.

“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” Nefarious peels his eyes open as the Mad Doctor sadistically whacks him with every ounce of force he can muster from his frail fists, but to Nefarious it feels like nothing but the soft kisses of pitter-pattering butterfly wings. “You don’t deserve the luxury of sleep! I hate you!” The Mad Doctor locks his hands around Nefarious’ throat and uses his thumbs to apply pressure on his trachea, strangling Nefarious with enough force that his black nails break the skin.

The Mad Doctor releases Nefarious and wheezes loudly from exhaustion before he regains his composure. Spitting into both hands, he rubs them together then slicks them through his hair, using his spittle like Revlon Grease. Nefarious doesn’t whimper, holler or so much as bat an eye, he just casually stares at Andrew with ill contempt like a Siamese lap cat, which further unhinges the persona known as the Mad Doctor. Andrew returns the stare and loathes the feeling of powerlessness in a situation where he should command all power. The Mad Doctor releases a small smirk before backhanding Nefarious hard enough to fracture his hand. Nefarious just smiles at the Mad Doctor through blood-soaked teeth.

“Is that all... You’re a fool, a puppet to a puppeteer who pulls commanding strings. Always have been and will be nothing. When I get out of these shackles, you’re going to wish you would’ve killed me. Not for my torment but for the death of my father, you’re going to die a slow, cruel, agonizing death. Of that, I can assure you.” Nefarious hawks loudly, spitting a bloody loogie into the Mad Doctor’s eye that leaks from lacerations inside his mouth brought on by the physical contusions dealt by the Mad Doctor. Andrew wipes the spit away and crams his grotesque fingers into his mouth, deliberately slurping with over exaggeration.

“Mmmm. God, your blood is like a drug, better than heroine.” Smacking his lips, the Mad Doctor leans closely to Nefarious’ face.

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