Literature

Doctor Mengele-Perfectionist

Doctor Josef Mengele-Perfectionist

WARNING: SOME BAD LANGUAGE USED. DON'T LIKE DON'T READ

"Send in the next one," I told my assistant. He nodded and walked off, obedient as always. I smirked and washed some of my needles and pulled on a fresh pair of rubber gloves. These were the only things that made it so I didn't have to touch them; they were so imperfect. Well, most of them were; this one wasn't so bad. This next one was the last of the day; she was always saved for last. That way, I could take as much time as I wanted to with her; my work required me to be very thorough.

"Quit pushing me you fucking Nazi!" her young voice yelled out. I chuckled; she hated to be pushed in here. But, my assistant didn't care what she did or did not like. I turned as she was pushed in the door, landing on the floor with a 'thud.' I nodded to my assistant who nodded in return and closed the door.

