Page 10 of Violent Love: Viktor
“Not bad for your first try,” the doctor said, inspecting the bowl with a clinical nod.
Viktor unpinned the cock and pulled the foreskin down.
Then he began slicing into it.
“He knows how to handle a dick well,” the doctor quipped.
The Pakhan chuckled, but Viktor said nothing. He was focused. Precise. The scalpel traced a clean incision straight down the shaft.
I closed my eyes, trying to block it all out. But that only made it worse. Petrov’s muffled cries were clearer in the dark.
“All those orphanages you visited,” the Pakhan said.
My eyes snapped open.
I had lived in one. Even though I had a father, I had been classed as a social orphan because of his drinking.
“The little boys you hurt. We saw it all,” the Pakhan went on, moving to the foot of the bed.
He reached out. Under the bright surgical lights, I saw a glint of steel as he took a scalpel from the tray. The doctor handed him a pair of gloves from a cardboard box.
When I looked back at the table, I realised Viktor had peeled back most of the skin from Petrov’s cock.
My stomach clenched. My throat burned. Tears spilled down my cheeks.
The scent in the room was suffocating.
Disinfectant. Blood. Flesh and looming death.
Then the Pakhan sliced Petrov’s forehead open.
Blood ran in thick trails down the man’s face.
I could barely see through the blur of my tears. I shut my eyes. I didn’t want to witness the moment a man lost everything, even his humanity.
I do not know how long I kept them closed. But the whimpering changed.
Wet gurgles. Animalistic grunts of pain. Not human anymore.
When I opened my eyes, I regretted it instantly.
The Pakhan was peeling the skin from Petrov’s face—not just cutting, but peeling.
It was not only the act but also the look of satisfaction on the Pakhan’s face that undid me.
I looked to the doctor, who now stood still, simply watching the carnage. And Viktor, who had begun carving what remained of Petrov’s genitals.
The world tipped.
My stomach gave way. Bile surged up, burning my throat as I vomited across the floor.
And then—
Darkness.
They were monsters—all of them.
I was surrounded by the epitome of evil.
