Paul trembled, but looked the old man right in the eye's. "Take them off!" He whimpered.
"Throught you might say that." The old man admitted.
"So you have done this kind of thing before?"
"Oh yes." the old man answered. "Ever so often one of you comes in here."
"One of us?" Paul asked raising one eyebrow.
"Yes one of you fella's that gotten a might to close to that demon down at the old manner house." The old vet answered.
"You know about him?" Paul asked startled.
"Oh yeah." The old man admitted. "For a long time now."
"And you've done nothing!?!" Paul screamed.
"Humph...what would you have me do?" "Can't destroy something like him...best ya can do is cage'em up."
"Well..you could of at least warned people." Paul started.
"Hahahaha." The old man laugh bitterly. "An got myself locked up in a padded cell."
"Well..Errr..you could."
"I've done all I can do boy." The old man spat. "Giving ones like you a choice...hell they've even tried to lock me up for that kind deed."
"Ahem I see well I'm sorry I.." Paul began.
Standing up the old vet began gathering things. "Strip down." He ordered roughly. "And shave all the skin around the animal parts." He added tossing Paul a razor and can of cream. Silently paul did as he was told as the old man lay out his tool's. Once the skin was bare the old vet moved over and injected a powerful tranc into Paul's thigh. "That'll keep you from moving." He explained.
"What about the pain?"
"Thats what this is for." The old man explained readying a second needle. Already Paul could feel the first injection taking effect, losing control of his body he slumped back upon the cold stainless steel table. "I'm afraid this is going to be sloppy." The vet grunted. "But I don't have a cathater the correct size for a pig's penis. Dr. Palmer explained as he lifted a thick bladed scaple, Paul watched the light glitter of it's razor like edge.....