The Whore is a Dirty Little Prude

It’s been too long, the shrink thought to himself. He’s going to wake up any second. He’s got to be. The shrink looked back around him. There was no one in the room. Of course not, you would have heard them walk in. He looked down at the specimen and snapped another picture with his penis next to a ruler. “Eight inches,” he whispered to himself. That wasn’t remarkably large. He testies were not of any significant circumference, either. That rules out the possibility of a high testosterone production.

                The shrink grabbed the ruler off of the specamin’s leg and took it and the camera back to the table where he had lain out his backpack. He reached in a grabbed his notebook and scribbled down the information he had gathered and tossed the book back into the bag. He sat down in his chair and looked at the naked body in front of him. It seemed to still be in a state of unconsciousness. His breathing was deep and heavy. His body had relaxed after the pounding it had received earlier.

                He reached into his bag again and pulled out a voice recorder. He got up and walked back over to the body and stood over it. Since he didn’t have this video recorded, he would have to settle with just a voice recording. He flipped it on.

                “July eleventh; investigation of endogenous biological makeup of specimen. After forcing the specimen to flex his muscles, it had been determined that he could possibly possess a significant amount of strength. This leads me to question what the diet and exercise habits of the individual are.

                Upon investigation of the body, it seems like the specimen has medium to low amounts of body hair on the torso area. Average amount of hair under the arms and legs. However, it seems like the specimen grooms and trims himself in the genital and anal regions.

                Penis size was above average at 8”; however, not extraordinarily large.  The testes were also not of noteworthy size. This leads me to question how the vast amount of testosterone is being produced in order to commit the violent acts the specimen has,” the shrink took a breath and looked back over the body. What are you hiding? He wondered.

                “Note to self,” he continued. “Schedule a MRI and a CAT scan for the specimen when I get back to the office. We need to look at the prefrontal cortex activity, the dopamine production in the nigro striatal pathway, luteinzing hormone production in the pituitary gland, and the size and testosterone production in the kidneys.”

                The shrink flipped off the voice recorder and walked back over to his bag. It was time to get out of here. He had gathered everything he could with an unconscious patient. He’ll have to get him into some scans and then try and do a couple more interviews with him. There were still many things that were still left unanswered. He wondered if the inspector had tracked down the specimen’s parents yet, they could potentially tell him everything he needed to know.

                He zipped up his back pack and tossed his onto his shoulders when he heard a voice behind him, “She thought it was big enough.”

                The shrink froze, he could feel the adrenalin wash down his cheeks. His body grew stiff as he heard a soft chuckle behind him. He had to stay cool. He had to be the adult here. The specimen was the mad man tied up, even if he did scream, no one would believe him, right?

                “Did you hear me?” the voice behind him asked again. “She loved my big cock. In fact, at one point she begged me to have sex with her; do you want to know why?”

                The shrink, slightly intrigue, kept his back to him and didn’t answer the question.

                “I asked you a question, doctor,” the voice taunted.

                The shrink gulped and asked, “Why?”

                “Why, what?” was the reply/

                “Why,” the shrink paused. “Why did she ask for you?”

                The voice cackled behind him, “Oh doctor! You’re not fooling anyone! We both know you’re one sick puppy! Don’t try and speak down to me in your proper diction, lying to yourself that I don’t know anything about you feeling me up for the past twenty minutes. You’re a dirty man, your mouth should match.”

                “What do you want?” asked the shrink.

                “I want you to ask me why,” said the voice.

                The shrink felt himself shake slightly, it was getting cold in here.

                “Why did she beg for your,” he cleared his throat. “your big cock?”

                “Because if I was fucking her, she was still alive,” was the reply. “She wanted to stay alive. They all do. That’s how you play the game. The cock or the knife. Everyone chooses eventually. Even you.”

                The shrink turned back around and looked at the specimen. Each of his muscles were cut into his body, like they were chiseled into stone. Each one of the restraints were pulled right, and his hands were tight fists. His head was tilted on its side and he was looking at him. His dark eyes were glaring at him; however the rest of his face was smiling like he was a kid in a candy store.

                “So, doctor,” he asked. “What’s it going to be?”

                “I choose the knife,” the shrink replied.

                “Very well,” he whispered. “I want a lawyer. You won’t be on this case much longer, I’m afraid.”