THE WAY TO PERFECTION
It was a new day, a bright sunny morning with a clear sky and boy oh boy! I could feel the scent of romance in the air around me as I sat aside my window to watch my senorita do her thing. Its been a few weeks since I started seeing her and let me tell you guys one thing, during these three weeks of me watching her I could say she was a one of her kind. She used to visit this flower shop just opposite to my apartment every Sunday sharply at 10 am, not too early nor too late. And that’s the thing I like about her the most. She was so kind to the Cashier even though the Cashier was all grumpy and not too friendly. Her smile is the most beautiful thing I liked. I used to watch her every single week without missing a day, with my jazz music playing in the background just to catch a glimpse of her entering the shop like a tiny little breeze spreading her joy around her where ever she goes.
But today it was not like any other day. I didn’t wanted to be late on the first day of my job. So as soon as my love left I packed up all my work stuffs and carefully arranged it in my shoulder bag, suited up myself and pulled away the blanket to get started. I told her “Don’t worry there is a new Cashier in place of you who is way more friendlier to the customers. But hey don’t worry, everything’s gonna be alright once I finish purifying your impurities since you were one of the perfect creation once right….(*smileeee*).” As I unpacked my stuffs from the bag I could hear my canvas squeaking and quivering but I didn’t care because there is always a small fear when we try something new but she will get used to it and the end product is gonna be great for her and I was so damn excited to make her perfect again.
But before we could get started, I had a real trouble on where to begin so how about ask my patient herself about her favorite tool to begin with. So I pulled off her plaster tape stuck tight on her mouth but before I asked her anything she began shouting “If you are going to kill me go on…I am not afraid. Anyway my life is already a mess.” Hmm….interesting I expected her to be afraid of me but she showed immense mental strength so may be all she required was a bit of tweaking and that’s it. I told her “Ohhh No No No….I am not here to kill you but make you beautiful and perfect. Restore you to your old glory just so perfect you would have been before. So before we begin the procedure how about you tell me which tool you like the most because I am so confused on choosing one since everything are my favorite so I want you to choose one for me.” She didn’t say a thing, I guess she was so much awestruck that not a single word came out from her mouth. What more can I ask for when my customer is also as excited as I am, which really amped up my motivation. So I started with a small knife cutting into her blubber layer in her belly but she started screaming so loud that it distracted me. So I taped her again and continued tearing apart her blubber layer to reveal her true strong muscles. Huh… it was really so bloody but the results were awesome as she survived the first stage but she was crying all the time and she shredded so much tears that her eyes went red and dry and I was always comforting her saying “Shhh… don’t cry it will be alright. No pain no gain (*smile*).” All those cuts I made were helping her both physically and mentally as stopped struggling much compared to the first time and I used to give her breaks too in between the process.
Man I must tell you she was one happy child once I finished my procedure in her mouth which involved just a bit of cut on either sides and a whole lot of stitching but hey it was a happy ending okay.
Moving on I wanted her to become the physical perfection too so I left her in a dark room for a few days without water or food and she would get her share of 200 calories only if she finishes up her fitness regiment.
Did you know that for every 1 square centimetre of cross sectional area, muscle fibres can exert a maximum force of approximately 30–40 newtons (the weight of a 3–4 kg mass).
I motivated her with the same everyday whenever she gets tired and doesn’t finish up her routine. At first she was a lost child but she tried she never gave up and did her best to stay longer and that’s the thing I liked the most about her. But that was not enough because every time she tried her workouts she would squeaking in pain but I knew the best way to make it go. Whenever she couldn’t do a push-up I used to make a small cut on her fingers on on both hands and if the cuts on a single finger exceeded 5, I would chop off the whole finger.
Every time I was trying to make her perfect I remembered where it all started. She yelled at my Senora and made me watch her cry. Insulted me with a fake molestation report and beat me to pulp with the help of public when I intervened her to ask a sorry to my senora. Saw her child being put in a dark room for not obeying her words but clearly she could see that he was too scared. The child cried only for a few minutes inside the dark room and everything was just quiet, a dead silence. Clearly he was not smiling. Abusing her child in different ways, a lot of heat scars on his hands and all that her husband could do was watch quietly.
I felt that she was still not ready enough to become the product I envisioned for her because every time I enter the room she would beg me to end her life and free her from that misery but I told her that “No pain, no gain. You would have seen in many movies where a woman who is not fit enough to even balance a bike kicks ass of 10–20 people at once but hey in reality you need to train if you want to become that alright. Enough talks lets get to work sweetie.” Her final challenge was to show me that she’s willing to do anything to see another day so I give her a knife and told that from today you won’t be getting any food from me. All she has is a knife and do whatever she can to find herself food and the doors were locked.
