I am Baaack! Part 11

Rose shrugged her shoulders. "You're the best. Everyone says so." She gripped Joan's arms. "I want the orgasms your other patients rave about from 'Dr. Adkin's vagina'. I want SRS, and I want it done right!" There, it was out. When she had told The Group this, they had objected strongly. Only the fact that Robbie would be there as a double agent to protect her had convinced them to go along.

Joan nodded. She would hardly argue with such a glowing assessment of her skills. Just as she had, she believed, no false pride, she had no false modesty. She faced Rose. "You said 'things', 'some things', plural. What ELSE do you want, Rose?"

Rose opened the floodgates, and let her real emotions loose. "What else do I want? WHAT FUCKING ELSE DO I WANT!? I WANT THE HEADS OF THOSE TWO FUCKING BITCHES LOU AND ED ON A PLATTER, THAT'S WHAT THE FUCK I WANT!"

"You're hurting me, Rose," Joan said soothingly to the red faced ugly evil looking Rose who was now gripping her arms. "You told me you have them," she continued in her soothing professional voice, as she peeled Rose's fingers one by one from around her arms. "I assume you were not actually suggesting decapitating them, and yet you want a surgeon's help, my help; what do you have in mind, Rose?"

Rose's breathing was still a little ragged, but Joan could tell she was forcibly bringing herself back under control. When she again began to speak, there was a look of hatred and pure evil on her face. In a dejavu flashback, Joan realized it was the same look that had been on her much younger face as she had finalized her plans for the vermin who had raped her.

"I want them sold, Joan. I want each of them to spend the rest of their lives as a slave to one of your 'special' clients. Not together, separate. Tucked away in separate harems, deep in some Middle East sand trap.like I was!" She brought her fist down hard toward the surface of the coffee table, and Joan was able to deflect it to the couch cushions just in the nick of time.