Poisoned Blood 3: Revenge

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   I fall asleep from listening to the beats of the monitor. I'm thankful for being alive, but yet, sometimes I wish I was dead. If I were dead, I wouldn't have to endure this torture anymore.
   I sleep pretty lightly, I'm too afraid of whats going to happen next. Afraid of the future, and haunted by my past. It's really really hard to live this way. Right before I fell asleep, I heard dad say,
"I love you, Carnee"
  Which made me kind of nervous, actually. What if Dad knew something I didn't? What if Dad and Dr Saw had a conversion while I was sleeping, like if Saw told Dad he would kill him or something? I don't know, but I'm worried.
When I wake, dad isn't in the room. When I notice this, I freak out. My pulse rises quickly, the monitor beeping quite fast.
"Daddy!" I call out. "Daddy where are you?!" I cry out, hoping he will here me, but I realize it won't work. I start crying once again. I've had enough with having to cry so much. I wish I was stronger, but I'm so weak, so sore, so afraid. I close my eyes.
"Please God give me the strength to live through this torture, try to protect me from Saw. Please, I want to live, I want Daddy to live. Give me and my dad the strength and bravery to survive this, and maybe get out of this hell hole. Please, God, I don't know how much longer I can withstand this" I whisper, praying to God to help me through this. I don't know if anyone can help me now, not even God. My eyes are still closed, I'm trying to rest, even though I'm so afraid I can't even think straight. I just wish I knew where dad is, I hope he's alive. I don't know, all I know is that I'm scared for my life. My back is sore, I've been laying on this hard, cold table for such a long time. I look around the room, I see no evidence if Dad was killed. Dad's chair is still there, no blood on or below it. I just wish I knew where he was.
"Daddy!" I cry out again. "Daddy I need you!!!" I cry again. I just wish he's alive, I wish he was still with me. I feel my teeth with my tongue, I'm starting to get bad gingivitis without being able to brush my teeth.
Dr Saw walks into the room. I look over at him, crying. He's holding a power drill, and puts it down on a table that's near.
"WHERES DAD?!!" I scream in his face.
"Your father is alive" He said grumpily.
"Where is he?!" I yell.
"That's none of your concern child" He says.
"What are you doing to him?!"
"I think you would be more concerned of what I do to you, than your father"
"No! Leave him alone!"
"Really? What a very, very strong bond between the two of you. You're both saying the same thing, you both beg me not to hurt either of you, but your begging will not stop me sweetheart." he snickered.
"Please leave us alone," I begged and started crying.   
   He pulls a tissue out of his evergreen coloured scrubs and wipes my eyes.
"Oh darling, you're about to going to cry so much more once I start working on you today" Saw snickers.
"Why are you doing this? ANSWER ME" I growl.
"Well... Part of it is that you killed my 'family' the other surgeons. I have no family nor friends left" he says.
"Where's your blood family, like, the family you came from?" I ask.
"Killed them" Saw says like he doesn't even care.  
I gasp. "Why?!"
"My parents hated me, resented me because I was so different compared to other kids. They neglected me and didn't give me any attention, they deserved to die" he says, "the surgeons here at the hospital were my real family. But they are dead, and sometime, so will you" Saw says.
"Just kill me now!" I yell.
"No" he says sternly and picks up the drill.
"This is a cordless heavy duty power drill, it has about eighteen volts" He says, intimidatingly turning it on and off. He walks over to me, turning on  the drill.
"This isn't gonna hurt a little, its gonna hurt a whole lot" He sneers. He puts the drill against my skin between my ribs and my hip. He drills a hole into my skin and I scream. He drills more holes down my side. I scream so loud I almost damage my voice. Blood spills out of the drilled holes.
"Stop it!" I scream. He ignores me and starts drilling more holes in my other side. I scream. He drilled about three holes in both side of me. He let me bleed out a little, then stitched the holes back up. I cry, scream, and whimper.
"Please.... I'm begging you... Kill me" I whisper, my throat sore from screaming. He shakes his head no. He leaves the room and comes back with a big heavy screen.He places it on a table across the room.  He hooks up a wire to the back of it and an image shows up. It's Dad... he's on a surgical metal table like mine now, strapped in on his ankles and wrists. I look closely at him, he's crying... I look closer, his knuckles are smashed in, severely bruised. some of the bones in his hand broken, sticking out of his hands and bleeding. Oh my god... that must hurt. I look up at the ceiling, a video camera pointed at me.
"See what I did to your dad?" Doctor Saw says proudly. He also points at his chest, Dad's not wearing a shirt, and he has two broken ribs that are ripping out through his skin. I gasp.
"The monitor has sound too" he says, turning up the volume. Dad's breathing deeply, struggling to breathe from his broken ribs.
"Your Dad also has a monitor screen of you too" Doctor Saw says, staring at me. I cry. I'm in pain.
"Please.... Stop doing this to us. Please... Just kill us both....." I say, finally giving up on all hope in the world. Dad must have heard me say that on the screen. I look at the screen, Dad shakes his head no. Dr Saw wasn't looking.
"Is that what you want?" Saw asks. I look at  the screen. Dad shakes his head no again... I.. I don't know what to do.... Dr Saw pulls a knife out of his pocket and walks over to me, putting the knife against my throat.
"NO! No! I changed my mind!" I scream. Saw steps back and puts the knife back in his pocket.
"Good girl" Dr Saw says. "How severe is the pain?" He asks.
"Pretty bad" I whimper, my breathing deep and unsteady, the stitched up drill holes in the side of me stinging.
"Bad enough?" He asks. I nod, my eyes teary.
"Alright then. I'll be back later" He says. Ugh.. Please don't.
I look back at dad on the screen, he's just laying there, looking back at me too.
"I'm going to find a way out of here, baby" I hear him say through the screen. I nod and lay my head back down and close my eyes, still crying a bit.
I just want to get out of here with dad, both of us, alive.