Evil has no face…

(short story)

They say evil has no face. Indeed, no feelings were reflected on his face. There was not a flicker of sympathy on him, and the pain was simply unbearable.

Doesn’t he see the terror in my eyes and the panic on my face? He calmly, one might say, professionally performed his work, periodically asking me to rinse and to open my mouth wider.

And at the end he said politely, “That’s it, I’m finished…Next time you will come to me on Monday at 18.00. Good-boy-bye.”