Hospital Horrors

Hospital Horrors is a story about financial surgery of victims falling prey to wiring money in foreign countries unknowingly selling under secret terms your soul to Satan in Amsterdam's Economic hub.

"You smoke weed every day in Satan's blessings." The serial killer's nurse likes chanting from Moscow human souls traders.

The Lithuanian Irish pornography studio had financing to film their brother and sister in their bedroom TV show the Magic Mushroom Cup.

It was a live television website channel.

He let his rich mushroom in magical sperm drip over her perky and lovely pack of breasts.

It was the design to gain financing from weakness of others to a registered tax paying company in Netherlands film from Ireland and Lithuanian Republics.

Tomis Rackis and Arturas Grubliauskas are two grey politicians from Moscow trading and operating their loan shark money laundering and lending business from Moscow to Amsterdam. They came with Lithuanian passports.

It was not politics nor politicians they hid in political ideology, it was their greed movement.

When they met us. The two men.

One black haired golden snipers glasses in sharp never changing look of a predator. It was me with crazed eyes.

One brown hair half shaved wearing terminators from salvation sunglasses overgrown in a huge war bacon holding a massive fist of demolition power. He was my assistant.

We were there to destroy their pornographic Hollywood industry.

It took us no time to finish and stop family infidelity to profit.

But for it all to happen I will write you my story.

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When they are to see a British African psychiatrist doctor to set loose his dick in a financial socket fuse.

He abused his favourite patient Felton Schlong imagination monitoring and treating his patient for the benefits of his dark mere imagination.

He had a dark mind and his mere inexact science school allowed abuse of Mr Schlong's mind; he could question his symptoms and experiences prescribing untested psychiatric medicines the science yet to acknowledge.

Science itself is still in the Renaissance yet to know what the brain can do and to learn what Lithuanian General Prosecutor and his bacon is about to do to him.

They never knew how his poor patient would respond keeping him locked in a keep it was like a cage before his locked retard would be set free to a world like a free range chicken bringing him golden nuggets.

It was his mind they were searching.

The goods of big black medicine doctor consulting did make him profit selling his psychiatric patients files analysis to movie script writers and directors.

"The Porto social project has brought me here if you know me trading people for people like a head medicines doctor. I am here to make money with you like trading money for people to people. I heard you are great slaves traders in social reforms."

The former Lithuanian General Prosecutor and his bacon is on watch for them. We are here and it is our story in the demolition of their evil plot.

The financial arc story schemes are set to lose when consultant Yawakime from Africa goes off British coast to Netherlands for financial surgery.

"They sound like a hoarse voice when they speak corruption." I told my bacon assistant, Maximus Penn. The records played and I was recording pushing my pen on the table up and low thinking how I can see their crimes.

"Mhhhm." Our secret weapon bacon smiles. He does not pay care nor attention looking like one of his patients sitting in black glasses with a half grown beard.

It feels good listening to their crazy stories and finding their hidden tales to tell. It was a great pleasure robbing them. I will laugh all the way to court like a judge took bribes for speeding tickets.

It is the justice they seek I said in my heart.

I am Karolis Delawera, General Lithuania Prosecutor and I am ready to show them it is no game.

It is a war against corruption. I have a deal to deal with. I have it in court. They cannot win any game.

I know the law. I know my bacon. We will deal with them. I am Karolis.

It is the deal.

The two grey Moscow politicians from Lithuania were loan sharks.

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They loved nothing more like their sex their white and black German sports cars.

We knew them in our field research to be two grey Moscow agents hoping to grope all the cash they can have.

It was Amsterdam's sexual finance hub they made off trade-off Irish business register safely selling sex sells, loaning and financing projects like a live Irish porn channel or hoping to finance British African scrip industries from psychiatric files they experimented with patients.

It was a great idea and ideology to mix and match their intentions for loan sharks.

We were here to find justice fugitives. Hereby monitoring them online with my bacon it was hard duty.

He did nothing.

"Let's leave." I took my black jacket bacon already sitting in one his heavy footsteps stood up off the floor creaking the floorboards lifting the dust. It was the sign.

We are leaving to close the case and leave leftovers for Interpol.

"I hate those grey pricks." I squeeze my fist knowingly it will come to use. Hard justice will be served.

I get in the car to see my steel Obelisk and my bacon board our rental car. It was no business car but we cannot afford a vehicle.

The rental coupon was great enough pleasure for us to afford not like these loan sharks in white and black sports cars driving around and laughing all the way to the bank.

They were set to lose.

"I break their legs." Our bacon spoke sitting straight facing out the windscreen, not moving able to set fear in those men. He will break them.

I started an ecological engine. "Let's keep it a secret." We drove off.

"I stuff their tapes in their mouth for an Interpol car able to find them for a real emergency surgery to fix them."

"It will be like real porn." The bacon spoke further, scaring me what he would do.

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"I switch the light off." Penn spike hits Grubliauskas handsome face for Rackis to see what is going to be next.

The psychiatrist is sitting to see his urine bowls nearly open on loan sharks couch.

"How about couch potato?" It was a secret my hidden weapon was with me and spoke those words.

I will never let anyone know about this.

"They check their books straight." I grab account books and start playing around with them.

It takes in the chest, two the Adam's Apple stopping his windpipe, three in his face, four slaps his face and five the paperback spine sets him to a floor. I can see Rackis laying in like it would holidays grasping his chest for air.

We see Dr Yawakime passing urine in his dream. "I told you it will be like a pornography." Maximus Penn, like one of his patients, is looking smiling like dark glasses gazing at nothing but Dr Yawakime.

It was a light bulb moment. But when the silver shining Obelisk showed up it was over.

They were later found by Interpol search warrant with their books.

Me and my bacon, a secret hidden weapon, were gone. I was not a prosecutor but I was always in my heart Lithuanian General Prosecutor.

The career I left behind.

I served justice to fit them right but I did not soiled my Obelisk.

It was a too low blow for them. I had them slapped with their books. It was enough paper weight for them to handle.

The Obelisk stayed in the car for our next mission. I checked last time their Irish porn channel was offline.

We were happy. "I can see no porn." My bacon was browsing his phone. I knew he was happy.

"Great. They are under arrest." I started my car engine driving away before we earned a parking ticket watching them escorted to government vehicles.

We drove off slowly letting tires do the sound of mud rolling over rubber. It was only the sound of the engine, made no noise, no one can hear us. We drove off.

They were never able to find us. I spoke with my bacon, him not reacting to my conversation ignoring me out the window screen enjoying the view. It was never clear what was wrong with him or why he fought like a war pig breaking every bone in his opponent.

It was great news I had with him, I hid him, it was my secret weapon. I finished my career in the judicial law system serving justice.

I was General Prosecutor. I never left my heart. I am chief justice, the executive and executioner of their rights.

I was a people person. I had my bacon.