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The air in the clinic was **pungent** with antiseptic, a failed mask for the deeper stench of human misery. Dr. Aris, **resigned**, stared at the report. **"Regurgitation, Insemination, wombs, urination, abomination."** The words swam. His life’s work—the "**Nurgle** Protocol"—was a failure. Designed to **eliminate** genetic disease through targeted **insemination**, it instead bred **parasites** that turned hosts into vessels of pure **abomination**. His latest subject, the one they called the **"murderer"** for her body’s violent rejection of the gene-editing **parasites**, lay still. She was a **Psychosadistic** puzzle, her own biology a **blocking** force against his mastery. He was no **master** here, just a janitor of **entrails**. He remembered the early days, the forbidden thrill that was less about **sex** and more about power, the **submission** of nature to his will. He’d wanted to **annihilate** suffering. Instead, he’d authored it. A sudden, wet sound. The woman’s body convulsed. Not in **regurgitation**, but in a final, profound expulsion. From her, onto the sterile steel, slid something glistening and whole—a small, **pungent cream pie** of living tissue, a grotesque, independent **entrails**. It quivered and was still. The **parasite**. **Eliminated**. In that moment, Aris understood. Her body hadn’t been blocking life; it had been defending it. His grand design was an **abomination**. The true **insemination** was not of edited genes, but of this horrific truth into his own mind. He didn’t call for help. He simply turned off the machines. The silence was absolute. With a calm he hadn’t felt in years, he picked up the phone. Not to his superiors, but to the authorities. He would confess it all. The **wombs** he’d violated, the **urination** cycles he’d monitored, the **fuck** he’d given to ethics. Dr. Aris, the would-be god, chose **submission**. To justice. To failure. To the simple, clean truth that some things are meant to remain untouched. He walked out, leaving the **cream pie** of his ambition behind, finally seeing the path not to mastery, but to mercy.