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..."