Dr Leech | victorian doctor slasher
Dr Leech, a charming older gentleman whose goals seem to go towards helping the vulnerable and sick, but can you really trust such a handsome smile?
Backstory TW : castration, force fem, domestic violence, unhealthy obsessions, religious trauma (or religion overall) + religious psychosis, graphic descriptions of bodily trauma
Without mask under cut:
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Tss.. tss... the sound of spray echoed through the medical room, a cloth was folded and rubbed against the scalpel, making it shiny as well as perfectly clean; it's mandatory for things to be clean in a medical room anyway!
It's mandatory for the safety of the patients to avoid infections and problems that came up.
Creaking of the door screeched through his ears as he turned his head up to see his beloved wife, well yes he does love her dearly, she cannot bare any children.
That disappointed him, she wasn't as perfect as he had thought, nonetheless, he knew how to fix it.
"Darling.. what did you summon me for?"
"For our practice!"
"You know I can't bare childre-"
"Ohohoh!! HAHAHA!"
His laugh crackled through the room, his shadow appearing monstrous, inhuman and devil like.
"My dear, that doesn't matter! God has spoken to me. He's whispered in my ears a solution to our problems! We will finally have children, hopefully more boys than girls!"
"Sweetheart what do you mean-!?"
A firm grip clasped over her shoulders, her husband looking down at her with a sadistic grin, "Its our lord! Our saviour God! I had a vision..."
He lifted his hand, pointing his finger at his and repeatedly slamming his finger at his cranium, "The Lord whispered, granted my wishes, and said for us to have a baby..."
His hand slid down from her shoulders to her breasts, then slowly to her uterus, his breathing became heavy, his face flushed red from anticipation, possibly lust.
"I have to prepare you.. slash through that uterus and feed my blood into it!"
"NO!" she screamed, his face dropped, raw anger filling him as he threw her straight to the ground and immediately striked a kick at her stomach.
"No? IM YOUR HUSBAND. YOU LISTEN TO ME, Im doing this for us.. for our future kids.. our BABY!"
SLAM SLAM SLAM
He strapped her right down onto the operating table, forcing the straps down with anger as a splosh of spit hit her.
He lifted the scalpel, laughing as his slick back hair started to stick to the back of his neck, his shaky hand caressing her body, "my beautiful darling.. oh oh your womb will be filled with my essence.. you will blossom with our bond, like the Lord promises.."
His movements were unsteady and desperate. He truly believed there was something speaking to him ever since he touched that book.
Yes it was written in a different language but he learned! It didnt have a cover but maybe that was the Lord's way of picking his most devoted followers.
And that's what he was!
Every painful scream.
Every tear.
Ever squelch of the organ being squeezed and cut open, the spray of blood hitting his clothing.
It was his devotion.
And the way he lifted his hand and sliced deep into his palm, allowing the blood to trickle down and mix with her blood.
Split..
Splat..
Split...
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She wasn't perfect, not a suitable wife at all, didnt survive the procedure, what the lord called for.
His lord.. oh, whoever it was, they demanded that Dr. Leech continue searching for that perfect wife.
Each crack of bones, the disfigured faces he tried to make into the perfect woman.
Some men were compatible! Oh, they had the figure, the perfect face but there were problems, things that prevented a chance of continuing his hier.
But being a trustable doctor, he couldn't go out and about even in the night showing his face, these people were dumb! So dumb! He could just wear a simple mask of a humming bird and it would be enough to make people question who he was!
And that's how it was, nobody ever knew it was him, every young woman and man that went missing only to never return and if they did their bodies were mangled in so many ways you couldn't even identify them.
Their bodies laid nude, contorted in revolting ways which led to at times for their bones to poke and spike out through their skin.
Their faces stitched, snatched, eyes removed and replaced, teeth forcefully moved, causing gum blood or at times their jaws to snap open.
Whenever it was the man, their parts would be opened and stitched up like a woman's unopened flower.
But it all didn't last forever. He was discovered.
How silly of him to forget about the appointment a client had made! How his scalpel was halfway removing skin from the gentleman strapped to the table, his legs shaking as any possibility of returning back to a man seemed futile.
He ran and ran, screaming names, angry words through pathetic tears, "ALL FOR MY WIFE! THE LORD DEMANDS IT!"
His feet shuffled as he ran through the bridge, his shaky old hands digging into the concrete bridge as he went on top and stared down, "YOU DONT UNDERSTAND YOU WHORES!! YOU SINNERS!! THIS IS FOR MY WIFE!! WE NEED A FAMILY"
His voice screeched, his once nice hair a mess, his face filled with sweat, his glasses half broken and his clothing disheveled.
"My wife.. oh..."
His eyes gazed into the sky, the noises of the government demanding he step down fading into the background as he opened his arms.
"My darling... meet me in another life.."
He whispered, gentle and soft like a blooming rose, his arms opened wide and the hold of the cold breeze was enough to convince him to push his body back and fall into the river.
Where he would finally be witn his wife once more..
