Poisoned Blood 3: Revenge

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I wake up, light-headed and dizzy. I sit up. I'm still in the supply room. I look around, the room is dark, there's mops and brooms, dirt and blood all over the walls and floors. I look over to the corner of the room, lays a dead rotting body of a teenage boy, about fourteen years old. I gasp, putting my hand over my mouth, then get a whiff of the rotting stench. I'm guessing this boy tried to escape by hiding in here, but never got out?
"I have to get out of here" I whisper to myself.
  I force myself to stand up, my legs are stiff and tired, my legs wobble, but I manage to walk over to the door and turn the knob, the door opened. I peek down the halls, making sure Dr. Saw wasn't there. I hear a noise and quickly but quietly close the door. I lean weakly against the door, starting to feel sick from the bad smell in here. I take a deep breath and run my hands through my hair. I stand there and think for a second. I don't remember anything from last night. I don't remember how I ended up in here. I must escape. I... I have to find Dad! Dad is still here! I open the door just a crack and look into the hallway, No one to be seen or heard. I slip into the hall and run through the hallways, trying to be as quiet as possible. I try to use my memory to guide myself through, looking for Dad, but I can't think straight. I quickly run down the halls, checking each door for Dad. Then I hear heavy footsteps coming down the hall.  I gasp and run into a different room and leaning my back against the door. I look around. It's a file room. I heard the footsteps walk past the room. I look around and cautiously turn on the light. The lights flickered on, illuminating the file shelves. Out of curiosity, I started looking through the files. I pick up a file folder, titled "Eva Storm" I flip open the file, and sure enough, it was a picture of Dr. Storm, the crazy twitchy one. I read through the file.
"Sent to this institution from mild schizophrenia and bipolar disorder" I whisper out loud while reading the words. "Orphan. Fostered a few times, then abandoned at the age of thirteen. Dangerous and easily set-off. Treatment has been attempted, but never successful. She must stay in a mental institution for life.  Storm had a fascination of electronics and batteries" I whispered off from the file, then continued reading. "Storm is incredibly dangerous and should not be around people other than her special doctors. She is unpredictable and could do anything at random. Due to her Schizophrenia and bipolar disorder, she has mixed feelings and cannot manage her emotions. She also has powerful hallucinations and delusions" I read. Damn that woman was crazy. I knew there was something wrong with her, but I couldn't quite figure it out. Why was she here and considered a "doctor" did the crazy surgeons choose her to be a torturer because she was insane and dangerous? Because if that's the reason why she was working with them, they chosen a perfect assistant, she damn near killed me.
    I keep looking through the files. I found a file about Aaron, it had all of his criminal files, and his name and date of birth was listed there, but it did not have any descriptions.
    I find a file of Dr. Smoker. "Dental surgeon, university degree, exchanged to current hospital to care for the inmate's dental hygiene" it read. There was more, it was just his education and previous hospitals he had worked at, nothing important.
  If I have found these files, there's got to be more. I kept searching, I found one about Dr. Happy, the clown woman surgeon. "Sent to this hospital for insanity. She goes by 'Happy' but her name is actually Terra Ferris. Obsessed with make up and fashion. She murdered her parents and her three siblings. Very dangerous." it read. So Dr. Happy was insane. No surprise there. All of these surgeons are probably insane.
  I kept searching, but I couldn't find any files about Dr. Saw, Dr. Jonson, or Dr. Lana Jonson. I wanted to find their files, but they were nowhere to be found.
   I went back to the door, and creaked it open slightly. I peered down the halls, then quickly and quietly turned off the lights and closed the door. I start sprinting down the halls, then running right into Dr. Saw.
"Going somewhere?" He sneers, grabbing my arm hard. I scream and try to get out of his grip, but it's no use. I try to punch him with my other arm, but he holds me too tight. He flinches, then pulls me close to him, and kisses me on the lips.
"Ew! What the hell?!" I scream.
"You're so beautiful" he says softly.
"Get away from me!" I scream, trying to get away, but he holds my waist tightly. He then flinches again, pulls out a needle and pokes it into my arm and injects the liquid. I scream. My muscles tighten and my body suddenly becomes weak. I slowly fall to his feet. I expected to pass out, but I didn't. I stayed awake, but not able to move, not able to speak or even blink. I feel numb, then I can't feel a thing. I'm paralyzed.
  Doctor Saw carefully picks me up and walks down the hall.
"Oh Carnee. You really thought you could get away? Not this time" He smirks. I can't move a muscle. I can't even blink. All I do is stare up at him in fright, laying limp in his arms as he walks down the hall. My eyes drip tears as I stare up at this evil surgeon.
"You're getting quite light. I've gotta be careful that you don't die from hunger or illness. You're too thin" he said, walking down the halls.
   He walks into my old room and throws me down back on the table and straps my wrists and ankles down again.
"I know your paralyzed, but I'm not taking any chances" he says and leaves the room. I lay there, unable to move for hours. Later, I was finally able to start to blink, open my mouth and flex my fingers. That's when I fall asleep from exhaustion.
  Later, I wake up feeling very tired, my muscles ache. I force my head up, I look into the mirror, my once baby-soft, precious skin was so dry and scarred. I'm losing even more weight, I have no idea how it's possible to get any skinnier this. I have no fat left and no energy. You can literally see all my bones.  I have very dark circles under my eyes, I'm still exhausted, I get a bit of energy from sleeping, but not as much as I should because I haven't eaten. I sigh and lay my head down. My heart is tired. I feel dead inside, sometimes I need to lay still, just to feel my own heartbeat, just so I know I'm still alive. Sometimes I wish my heart would just stop.
"Carnee?" I hear Dad's voice. I look up at the screen. Dad's once strong muscles have disappeared, he's lost tons of weight, he looks much more aged now. He has a bit of gray hair now too. I have no idea how long we have been stuck in this hospital, but it seems like forever and for the rest of eternity.
"Daddy" I cry, looking at him.
"Honey, are you okay?" He asks. I shake my head no.
"I don't want to be here. I want to die.... I want to go home" I cry.
"I know baby..." Dad says quietly. Just then, Doctor Saw comes into my room.
"Hey, kid" he says, then pulls out a cigar and a lighter. He puts the cigar in his mouth and lights it.
"I don't normally smoke, but I thought I'd treat myself," he smiles with a smug look on his face. I just stare at him.
"You hungry?" He asks. I nod my head weakly. He smirks and leaves the room. He comes back a few minutes later with a bowl, still smoking his cigar. He puts the bowl down, then puts the lit end of the cigar against the side of my neck, burning my skin. I shout.
"In honor of Aaron" He snickers, then taking a puff and blowing it into my face. I cough. He snickers.
"Do you like ice-cream? I thought I'd give you something good to eat, you put on such a great show last night, you were hilarious!" He laughs, then puts a spoonful close to my face.
"What happened last night?" I whine.
"Drugged you. You were hilarious! Screaming and crying over nothing, talking to yourself, thinking you were seeing your mom, and seeing Claire and your previous doctors, it was so amusing to watch" he smirks. I think hard, confused. I just take a bite of the ice-cream, the coolness reviving my dry throat. My mouth is very dry, too dry. My mouth is not producing enough saliva, as my body tries to keep the rest of itself hydrated. My gums are inflamed and red, from not brushing my teeth. My gums start to hurt. Dr. Saw then scoops up another spoonful and shoves the spoon in my mouth. I swallow, not knowing there was a large pill hidden in the spoonful. The pill lodges into my throat, I start choking.
"Help me" I whine, choking and coughing as my airways get tight. He spits out his cigar and comes over to me.
"God, kid" He says hoarsely and unties my straps, then standing me up, bending me over and smacking my back with his palm, preforming the Heimlich-maneuver.  I keep choking, my face turning red, I gasp, my lungs get desperate for air.
"Carnee!" Dad yells, pulling in the straps. Then Doctor Saw wraps his arms around my waist and shoving his fist up my abs, trying to make me cough up the pill. I choke out the pill onto the floor, I then turn and punch Saw in the face. He gets enraged and throws me against my table, I hit my spine against the edge of the table, hurting it, then Saw pushes me onto the table, strapping me back in. My back is sore, it's worse from laying on that table all the time.
"Your so boney and blood stained its disgusting." he complains. I try to speak, but my throat was very sore, I could only make little squeaking sounds. Dr Saw hooks up an oxygen tank and puts a mask over my face. He gently feels my neck with his fingers.
"Your trachea is damaged" He says with a scratchy tone. "Just get some rest" then he grumpily walks out of the room.
  I watch as he enters Dad's room, slaps him and slashes open the side of his cheek.
"Your kid is a brat" Dr. Saw growls.
"You jerk! Never say anything like that again! You're torturing her! She's just a girl!" Dad snarls.
"I've always sorta hated teenage females" Dr. Saw says roughly, then leaves without letting dad say another word.  After that, I fall asleep. I never did get to have much ice-cream. I only got a few bites.
  I wake up gasping from another nightmare. I struggle in my straps. I look into the mirror, I'm wearing a pure white v-neck t-shirt and a pair of white short shorts. My skin was clean, and my hair was brushed out. Dr. Saw must have did this while I was asleep. It makes me kind of uncomfortable that Dr. Saw has seen me naked from cleaning me up. Not like I can do anything about that.
  I look at the screen, Dad's wearing a white t-shirt and white shorts, he lays there, sleeping. I just want him and I to get out of here.
  I lay there silently, my empty stomach growling from hunger, causing bad hunger pains. I whimper, pulling at the straps on my wrists. My poor tummy. I haven't really eaten for days.
I start to feel very ill and uneasy. I suddenly start throwing up bile, my oxygen mask still on my face. I throw up into the mask, then starting to choke on my own vomit. I pull hard at the straps, whining and trying to make noise to get someone to help me. Dr. Saw walks in not noticing whats going on at first, setting a container on the table. After a minute he looks up,
"Oh shit!" he yells and runs over to me, ripping the mask off my face and pushing my head to the side. I vomit some more then feel a bit better. Dr. Saw grabs a cloth and wipes off my face.
"Rough morning?" He asks all snarly, shooting me a look. He then picks up the container and opens it, it's just soup. He feeds me soup and water, even though I felt really ill, but if I didn't, I'll starve.
"You look terrible" He says. I just growl at him.
"Hehe, you must have gotten the flu. You're immune system sucks. You're lucky you haven't gotten anything worse." He snickers.
"My immune system used to be strong... Do I still get the effects from that stuff?" I whine.
"There's still a bit of dimethylmercury in your system. There's barely any, it won't do much to you now" he replies.
"I don't feel well" I whimper.
"Too bad, I want to get some work done on you" He sneers, pulling out a scalpel.
"How do you sleep at night?!" I shout.
"I don't" he says roughly, rubbing his eyes. He walks up right next to me, and starts cutting the thin layer of skin off my very chapped lips. I cry, my lips now bleeding and sore.
"I'm not even started" Dr. Saw says grinning. He starts cutting into my sides, making lines of cuts down my sides,  just to let me bleed and feel pain. I scream and cry, my eyes running tears again. Dad watches me as I cry and bleed. I look at him past the tears, he huffs and frowns, feeling bad for me.
"Stop this, please, I can't take it!" I shriek.
"Ain't gonna stop, sweetheart" he says.
"Just stab that scalpel through my heart! Just end my life right now!" I cry out. He smiles.
"Poor baby" He says in a mocking tone. He leaves the room and comes back with a small square cooler. He flinches then sits in a chair in the corner. I look at him.
"Just tired" he says, exhaling. He stands up and walks over to me, opening the cooler, and pouring icey-cold water onto me, I scream from how cold it was. My body temperature drops quickly. I start shivering and my lips start turning blue, my hands shaking.
"Cold enough?" Dr. Saw sneers. I shiver and clatter my teeth. Dr. Saw turns on the air-conditioning, making me colder, then leaves the room to let me freeze.