"Listening to the patient is important." She mused, drawing out her words intentionally. Because she wanted him to suffer longer, and because the anticipation was almost as exciting as what she was about to do. She would have drawn it out longer, too, if it weren't for the other patients she needed to deal with. Another time, perhaps.

She reached for the appropriate tool. The energy built in her seemingly exploded as she cut his heart out, no longer stopping to taunt him. The pain, the horror -- it was more than enough. Sometimes silence conveyed more terror than words.

And then, it was done. His heart was free, and she violently pulled it from his chest, a small laugh escaping her lips. It was done, and it was glorious.