text: [Themes: horror, romance, humor, villain protagonist]
  
  You can't let anything distract you from your task at hand. You let the doorbell ring and whoever it is goes away eventually.
  
  "Okay, let's see, what rhymes with disembowel?" you think. You continue to write with a focus that's often only unleashed when you're immersed in your murderous activities or fucking sis. Actually it's amazing how often those two can overlap sometimes.
  
  You remember one time you and sis were in the car on top Lover's Point, with nobody else around looking at the moon and stars. You two were getting hot and heavy with the kissing, you felt up her tits, she grabbed your dick and she was just putting her luscious lips on your sperm syringe when this FUCKING BUM came knocking on the window begging for fucking change! Man, were you fucking PISSED! You couldn't think of anything else except doing this piece of shit scum lots of bodily harm. You got out of the car and the first thing you did was throw the shitbum to the ground and started smashing his face into the pavement! His whimpers of mercy meant nothing to you. You then beat his nutsack into a bloody mush to match his face! When you were sure he wasn't breathing anymore, only then did you look around to see your sister standing nearby leaning against the car, playing with her clit the whole time you were beating this piece of shit to death. God that was a fucking major turn on! You immediately bent her over and fucked her good and hard on the hood of your car and didn't stop until you (and her) were fucking spent.
  
  Ah good times...
  
  FUCK! There's the doorbell AGAIN! You can't resist this time, you HAVE to answer it and take care of fucking business. You grab an axe and head upstairs. When you answer the door you're met by 2 young men in white shirts and black ties.
  
  Fucking Mormons...
  
  > bide your time and invite them in
  You toss the axe behind the door, before they realize you even were carrying one.
  
  "Do you know the teachings of Joseph Smith?" one asks
  "Why no. No I don't, how about you come in and tell me all about it?" you say with a smile.
  
  As they come inside you guide them over to sit on the couch and insist on getting them something to drink,
  
  "We really don't require anything."
  "But I insist!" you say a little intimidatingly.
  "Erm...okay I guess milk or water would be fine."
  "Great! I'll be right back!" you say and head to the kitchen.
  
  You sure wish they drank something a lot darker, because its gonna be a bitch trying to mix pills in the shit without it being noticable. You check the fridge and fortunately sis remembered to get milk, you can work with that somewhat. You take some pills out of your pockets and mix it in the milk good, then you return and urge them to drink.
  
  "Mm, this milk tastes...different."
  "Yeah, its goat's milk, so what were you saying about Joseph Smith?"
  
  The two Mormon don't get to bore you with the details with their faith for too long before they begin to feel drowsy. You take advantage.
  
  "Ah, so the pills are working, nope nope don't try to get up, you'll never make it to the door."
  "Wha...what have you done?"
  "Isn't it obvious? I drugged you! Hey where the hell do you think you're going?! No you don't!"
  
  You grab the one staggering to the doorway and trip him up. While he attempts to get off the floor you kick him in the face, and take the axe by the door and chop his fucking feet off! Then you clot the stumps with a hot poker from the fireplace to stop the bleeding. He screams and then passes out from a combination of the drugs and the pain. The other one has also passed out.
  
  Now you decide what to do with them.
  
  > take them downstairs as new patients
  You drag them both downstairs and strap them to the remaining tables, and then you check on your other patient who is now unconscious. As you're admiring your previous snip and cut work. The other patients are waking up.
  
  "Ah, you're up. Good, now you can find out just in how much shit you're in. Anyway I have two of you and I only really need one to conduct my research. I'm going to give one of you the chance for release if you do something for me."
  "What do you want of us?" one asks.
  "Well I've always had a particular distain for you religious types. I'm a man of science after all. So I take great pleasure in proving belief is fleeting and under the right circumstances ANY belief can be destroyed, I don't care how strong. It's amazing how just a little pain and fear can cause this. I've done this with many different faiths. Strangely Catholics seem to flip the easiest, but I'm sure you'd rather not hear about my work so I'll get to the point. My proposal is the first one to renounce his faith and God; I will release him from the ordeal of excruciating pain which I will inflict on the other."
  "You are mad if you think we'd do that! We are strong in our faith!"
  "Are you sure? Because when I turn the bonesaw on and start lopping off your fingers one at a time, you'll probably be changing your tune and it'll be too late then."
  "Do your worst! God will protect us!"
  "I'll do it! I renounce God and my faith in the Mormon church!" the one with no feet shouts.
  "JACOB! You weakling! You have to stay strong in the face of evil!" the other shouts.
  You smile and load up a hypodermic with some sort of heavy duty tranquilizer.
  "I'm sorry! I can't do it! He's already taken my feet off! I'll do anything to get out of here!"
  "Who said anything about letting you out of here?" you ask rhetorically. "I said I would release you from the pain."
  "Wha..."
  "I'm gonna keep you doped up silly and alive, while I extract your organs and sell them on the black market! What? You think I do this purely for fun? I gotta make a living you know and next to Buddhists you Mormons keep your bodies pretty pure leaving your organs usually in excellent condition. Besides where the fuck were you gonna run to? I chopped off your fucking feet you dumb bastard! Nighty night!" you then inject him and his face goes from realized terror to asleep within seconds.
  
  You then hear your sis come in upstairs. Shit you were having so much fun; you didn't finish your poem!
  
  > quickly finish it and run upstairs
  You scramble for the paper you had your poem on and just write some half assed and seems to rhyme well. Then you run upstairs.
  
  "Hi baby, how was your day?"
  "Ugh, I don't want to talk about it...why is the milk left out?"
  "Uh, well some people came over an they wanted milk and I guess I forgot to put it away, after I drugged them and dragged them into the basement. Sorry."
  "Y'know I hope you haven't been fucking around all day, I don't expect much from you, but it IS our anniversary and..."
  "I didn't forget! Here, see? I wrote a poem for you!" you say and hand it to her.
  
  Your sister reads it quickly and smiles a bit, but you only JUST got yourself out of doghouse. You can tell she expected more when she gets to the end of your poem. (Which you'd just slapped together)
  
  "Hmm, well I'm going to sleep, I've had a hard day and I'm very tired. Don't expect anything tonight."
  "Well I have a lot of work to do downstairs anyway, I got some cash cows down there that could bring in a lot of money, and then I can buy that necklace you wanted."
  
  This seems to please your sister a bit as it shows you're making an effort. She kisses you and then goes upstairs where upon you head back downstairs to your patients
  
  "Damn, it appears I won't get to do that research I wanted, I gotta buy my sister an expensive gift to make up for today and I'll need to sell both of your organs. Guess you get to live for a little while longer."
  "You're a psychopath! And while I'm unconscious I'll be praying to God in my dreams for punishment to be brutal."
  "Unconscious? Who said I'm going to render you unconscious? You still never renounced your faith. I'll be keeping you fully awake while I extract your organs; I think I'll start with one of your kidneys."
  
  You grab a scalpel and carve into the soft flesh, and the screams begin to commence.
  
  "Hmm, he doesn't seem to be listening, maybe he doesn't care about you. Guess you should've renounced him." You say calmly and cutting deeper.