A Horror Drabble

Look at them, these glistening pearls of ivory trapped in fleshy casing. Oh yes, I will free them, polish them, and treasure them. They will make a fine addition to my collection.

I shudder in ecstasy, eager to run my fingers through my painstakingly acquired beauties; to feel each unique groove and indent of nature's perfection.

Tightening the straps, I give my patient a reassuring pat on the arm.

"Relax," I grin beneath the sterile mask, "It will all be over soon."

His eyes widen as the gas flows into his lungs. His eyelids flutter.

"Now, count backwards from 10...9...8..."