Experiment Sixteen.

Elenoir and I stared down upon the deformed lump of congealed blood and body parts. A tad bit of trial and error did little to make it look any better than it could have, and my accidental decapitation made this tender fact more so.

I run a bloodied hand through wiry hair, "So what do we do now? Eat it?" And a brutal slap to the cheek made it abhorrently clear that my query was notoriously void. "I would suggest ripping your dick off and making damned sure something like this never has a chance to happen again," She responds violently, "But unfortunately I refuse to get that close again."

A stifled sigh of relief whistles precariously through my lips as those words worm their way into my ear canals and massage my eardrums with their reassuring kisses. And as I can let a small iota of calm embrace my posture once more, I lean over and grab the closest instrument to my right; which just so happened to be a shovel.

A quick scoop and an even quicker plop and the frail demon carcass was tossed into the bowels of a smoldering hot furnace, the vicious sizzle and pop of soon cooking meat met our ears with a devilish ease, sending small pangs of pleasure through the nerve endings of my spine, making me squirm in place in a stunted jig of excitement and hilarity. 

"Okay, now what the fuck is wrong with you?" Elenoir mutters through darkened eyes, the most eloquent scowl twisting her features in the most diabolical way. A bark of laughter was my audible response, the twirl of my lips leading me into an all too rare smile and I pat her roughly on the head.

"Well obviously we just performed on of the single most blasphemous acts known to society today! Oooooh if the world new that'd be turning their heads away in such an utter display of disgust! God damn how that makes me giddy! Let's go get some Taco Bell."

I start to turn but I feel clawed fingers snap into place around my wrist, sending the coldest chill up my spine and corrupting the euphoric joyish feeling and replacing it with the realization of impending doom. And it was all I could do but twist my neck upon it's axis to see the hellish glare that awaited me.

"Oh you aren't going anywhere..." her curled lips seethed with a venom that burned with excess. Her grip tightens and a merciful squeak escapes my whimpering skull cave. The hate within her stare centered upon me and the growl that started spilling from her throat did little to ease my worries as one second we held this precarious position, and the next she was hurling herself at my face, nails unsheathed and teenage fangs bared...

Experiment Fifteen.

Nine months.

Nine fucking months I've spent locked away deep within the cavernous laboratory that lay hidden beneath the daily guise of a common house front property. Every aching moment viciously instilled upon the creation of some non practical way to remove the cancerous growth that festered within my niece's stomach.

I've attempted all that I could possibly think of that would use unquantifiable amounts of time and energy and to my dismay, Elenoir's demonic maggot grew stronger until the wire hanger became less of an immediate contingency plan and more of an overused joke oft seen within the bowels of the internet.

My failure seemed certain. My fate more so. And I could feel the pit devouring my intestines finish it's meal and skip happily on it's way as my bloodshot eyes roll precariously into the back of my head.

A pained gasp from close by sends my tattered mind reeling back into reality with a snap, spinning my dilated pupils back to the forefront of my mind with a merciful dose of dehydration and vertigo, both eager to remind me that I was unfortunately still alive and damned.

A single hand running through wiry hair as it's kin slips my goggles back over my eyes, I'm whirling around in an fervent tailspin, fearing the wrath of a beast worse than anything hell could cough up, only to lay sight upon  a mere child, face etched with the signs of obvious pain caused by the demon currently using her ovaries as a guestroom.

Against my bitter will, I felt my features soften and a single word coo worried from chapped lips, "Elenoir..." I started but the river of blood that trailed from between her bare thighs and off into the darkness behind her gave clear sign something was wrong.

She gave a weak smirk, a jagged gash across the pale flesh that encompassed her horrifically adorable face. "I got tired of waiting for you." She chuckled softly, the feverish lacings to her words giving clear cause for me to rush forward as she aptly slumps forward into my gloved hands.

A deep breath and a crick of the neck and I quickly accepted the maternal instinct that pervaded my skull and set off to do the one thing I thought I'd never have to do.

Rushing to the nearest operating table, I threw her down upon it's metallic surface without much warrant towards her current state, which would explain her snarl of pain as her skull cracked against the headrest, her hands already veering towards my throat for another bout of asphyxiation but the fact that she was literally in the aftermath of her failed self-abortion she found herself in the throes of another set of spasms.

Granting me just enough time to yank apart her legs, revealing the intimates one were better off keeping to themselves. Even drenched in blood they still held the attractive beauty one would find in all the world. Like when you go to the beach in mid august and find a dead squid washed ashore.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" Elenoir's voice shatters my enamoured concentration and allows me enough time to shake the stars from my eyes and set my prick to neutral. "Well obviously you want this thing out of you, and whilst I would have preferred a much less invasive way of going about it... I'm going to have to wrench the little slug from out the only opening available!"

We found each other staring at another for a long moment. "Have you ever been fisted before?" I ask in a vain attempt at breaking the deadly ice that was building up a quick defense against me. Her eyes widen, "Fisted?!?! I'm only thirteen!" She shouts and I raise an eyebrow, "I thought you were twelve?" I respond and she kicks me upside the head, "My birthday was three months ago! I was completely forgotten! My only present was morning sickness!"

I sigh, "Well I apologize that I forgot another birthday, I'll buy you a pony or something with chainsaws attached to it later, for now, I introduce you to one of my favourite forms of sodomy!" And with a devilish smile I pull back my arm, take careful aim, and thrust my fist full force into her depths.

Elenoir's scream corresponding popped both my eardrums and I quickly realized something was rather off about the situation at hand. In which she cleared up my apparent confusion by gasping, "Wrong hole..."