Throughout Ryan’s teenage life, he remained a virgin. Going through high school was devastating for him because every girl he approached would turn him down. They claimed he was not seductive enough. When he finally got a stable girlfriend she refused to get intimate with him. He was living a sad, lonely life.
Despite this, he was very smart. This peculiar young man had always found interest in forensic anthropology. He liked to watch videos of anthropologists making incisions in cold, dead bodies and not to mention how delightful and amusing it was to watch persons excavate the land to prepare to bury the corpse. In fact, his father was a pathologist and his uncle owned Max’s Funeral Home so he spent his spare time learning all he could about the human body; dead and living.
Graduating with his diploma and a certificate in Biology, Ryan’s body remained as innocent as a newborn. Nevertheless, his intelligence was what he had so he moved to New York where he was employed at a morgue; one of the best. He was excellent at “operating” on the dead.
It was a cold midnight and Ryan was in his somber lab, reading a patient’s file. Suddenly, the silence broke. It was his office phone.
“Hello? Dr. Maxfield?” the person on the next line said, “patient 2.0.4 is ready.”
“Send him in, thank you.” He hangs up his phone and in an almost procedural way, slips out of his chair, strap on his white gloves and slid to his operation table. Everything was in place. A rolling sound was heard and the funeral guard burst through the door with the new patient and left. Dr.
Maxfield stretched and started to pull the covers off. His adrenaline started to kick in, his heart raced and his pupils dilated! What was the matter? He froze in his spot. What was he staring at? Lying before him was a woman; a woman? How could this be? He only got males to operate on. He stood there, staring at her pale, shapely silhouette. She was breathtaking, but was really breathless. He could hardly feel the air that was going to his lungs, goose bumps scattered over his stationery body. He finally got the courage to move. With slow, deep breaths, he took a step closer. He held out his hand to touch her but they felt like they were not moving. He was nervous and started to sweat. He ran his hands over her cold bosoms, realizing how one actually feels. It was the first for him to ever touch a female’s body without her becoming defensive. He felt excited and decided to move down a little further, pass the navel. “So that’s how it feels!” The 22 year old Ryan said a loud. He got so hot that he erected. Not being able to control himself around the dead he did the most insane thing; he jumped on her and committed necrophilia. It was a rush for him so he decided to take up more female clients to “operate” on. The woman who had the first sexual interaction with Ryan was Genisa and she did not even know.
Day after day, night after night, Ryan locked himself in his lab, sexing dead women of all ages. One deadly night he was around his desk and the temptation was just too strong. He flung himself towards the fridge marked ‘Delilah’. He grabbed her and started to have sex with her. He was so distracted by her cold insides that he forgot to lock the door! Mr. Samson, his boss was showing students from university around the morgue. Wanting to introduce them to the morgue’s best pathologist, they entered his lab to find him in the middle of an ‘operation’. “What the hell are you doing?!” Mr. Samson exploded! The studying pathologist’s came running inside! Before you knew it pictures of him in the act was all over the internet. He was so shocked that he, himself got cold.
The recidivist was taken to court and sentenced to 5 years imprisonment. However, he got out but every morgue condemned him. He was jobless but that was not why he was sad. He needed ‘love’! His only choice was to turn to the cemetery. He excavated a number of graves and stole the bodies. He hid in an abandoned house, sexing the dead. However, the peculiar man was caught and Death Sentence was his punishment after the last judgment by the judge. He was a deadly man.
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A Pathologist's Tale [COMPLETED]
Short StoryThis is a short story that my English teacher made me write when I was in grade 9. :3 It's only one 'chapter' and I just had to upload it because it's very creepy. xD This is about, Ryan, the guy who couldn't seduce a girl to save his life. Read hi...
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