A doctor

-You were late your yearly checkup, don't you remember?

-I...yes...I remember now.

Still confused, Laura at least seemed to calm down a bit. Camilla smiled. An hour earlier, she had entered the cabinet, telling the doctor who owned it, a woman in her late thirties, to fuck of. She had refused so Camilla had turned her into the chewing-gum she was now chewing on. It was funny. It tasted like mint on the outside, but as soon as she had started biting it, the taste of blood was obvious. She briefly wondered if her victim was still feeling everything as she was eating her, incapable of screaming, or if her consciousness had disappeared. She didn't care. She was here for Peter. And for this bitch wife of his.

-Please, she said, waving for the dentist chair next to her. Make yourself comfortable.

Laura slowly sat in the chair. Deep down, she knew something was wrong, but the witch was influencing her mind with her power. Camilla smiled at the sight of the tools next to her. Scalpels, clamps, and other instruments that weren't that scary when handled by a professional, but much more when they were in the hands of a psychopath.

-So...what kind of doctor are you? asked Laura.