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Inner Sanctum Nobility
"Fucking Ridiculous.." He said as he took a puff out of his cigarette, leg bouncing at the floor beneath him as he casted a glance on the slow ticking clock. The annoyance seething within him as he was forced at this fucking meeting with this fucktard of a therapist.. psychiatrist.. What ever the fuck she was. Dressed in the white hospital clothing with dark circles underneath his eyes, making him look like a fucking ghoul, even more then what he usually looked like. "What is ridiculous?" The doctor asked as the young man constantly took a puff on his cigarette as his feet drummed at the scuffed, fucking floors of the ward. He had requested to smoke and had gotten directed to this fucking room, the barred window open for the smoke to be available to escape. Apparently it was common for psych patients to smoke, imagine that shit.. he ironically wondered why.. "This fucking situation.. When you are dealing with some fucking 'insane' person just because they happen to think differently and your own fucking deal is to pretend to be sane yourself. Isn't it interesting that I've always been this fucking 'insane'? Yet now all of a sudden it is an issue? If you ask me it's rational in this fucking world to be 'insane'." He had an ashtray and yet he intentionally flicked the ash on the ground instead, leaning towards the doctor with a challenging look on his face. Quoting the word insane with his fingers were it "fit".
"This shitfaced world can't keep this up, we need to be cleansed or we will fucking never make it! Don't you see?! The fucking white people is a danger, they are dried up cum on a dishrag that need to be disposed of! You fucking tell me this; When have there ever been anything fucking good with white people!? They are fucking animals and they will not stop unless we stop them!" He looked straight in the eyes of the calm doctor as his white pointing finger harshly hit the table in front of him as he was making his point. "You do realize that you too are light skinned?" The doctor said calmly which had an instant reaction from the angry young man. "I'M FUCKING NOT!! Grandfather tested me! He said god put me here to show our black community that we won't fucking take this anymore! White people are fucking nazi's, all of them!" The white man yelled as the doctor wrote down some well chosen notes on his chart. "So that's why you killed eleven people with that bomb?" The doctor had to force the calm nature as they asked that question to not burst out in anger themselves as they pushed the newspaper towards the man. "Fuck.." He said as he read the headline that stated eleven killed and six injured from an explosion at the baptist church together with a picture of the devastated church. ".. I did not fucking do it but I praise the person who did it. Took guts to stand up the this fucking shit , The CHANGE STARTS FUCKING NOW!! YOU HEAR ME!?" He screamed, spit flying from his mouth as the doctor held their composure, made a couple of more notes as the nurses had grabbed a hold of him to make sure he didn't hurt the doctor. "Don't fucking touch me!! Keep your pale fucking hands off me cocksuckers! I fucking know your faces!" The doctor gave the nurses a nod and they started to remove the white man from the room as he called them any type of slur he could come up with. His curses disappeared as the nurses took him back to his secure room to medicate him. "Fucking anus licking pieces of horse shit! I Fucking know your face you fucking whore!! Let me go, you Nazi motherfucker! No, let me fucking gooo!"
The doctor declared that this man was too sick to be sent to a regular prison and that he needed to be properly medicated and supervised. Eyes locking on the tossed, fucking, smoking cigarette on the floor before she picked it up and killed it in the ashtray. It had been a long fucking day..