Poisoned Blood 3: Revenge

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(Dad's POV)


     I look up at the screen, my poor daughter is freezing cold. I wish I could hug her and hold her in my arms till she was feeling safe and comfortable again. I close my eyes so I don't have to watch her shiver. A few minutes later I open my eyes. She's still shivering and I can see her breath. Her lips are slowly turning blue. It's cold in my room too, but I'm not cold like Carnee would be.  Soon the water on her clothes and in in hair start to dry, she's still cold and shivering, but shes not freezing at least.  
"Honey" I say. She turns her head to look at me, her eyes were dark and her face was so pale. She didn't well at all.
"Baby, I'm going to get us out of here soon. I promise" I say. She nods, unable to speak from all the shivering and shaking, her teeth clattering together. She pulls on the restraints then whimpers. I wish I could just get up, wrap a blanket around her, pick her up and snuggle her, and get her out of this place. My heart sinks, knowing that there's nothing I can do to help her. I don't know how to get her out of here. She's terribly deformed, her delicate is skin dry, burned, and has many scars. Her skin used to be so soft, now it's dry and unhealthy. Her eyes are dull and her cheeks are sunken. She's lost so much weight she barley even looks human. Sometimes her stomach growls so loud that I can hear it, she whimpers every time. I try to reassure her, but she doesn't believe me when I tell her it'll be okay. She's so hungry and there's nothing I can do. I know she's uncomfortable, and I wish Saw would at least keep her fed, but he doesn't even do that. I get quite hungry too, but I'm not dropping weight like she is, and I'm sure that she's having a lot harder time coping with the hunger and the hunger pains. Dr. Saw is starving her and she's going to die from hunger if she isn't fed soon. I feel so bad. I can't believe how abused she looks, it hurts me to look at her. She's been abused and starved and there's absolutely nothing I can do. I can't believe she looks this way. I feel like this is all my fault.
"Daddy" she whispered. I look up at her.
"I'm cold and hungry" she whines.
"I know baby, you'll just have to wait. You're gonna be all right" I say softly.
"My stomach hurts" she whimpered.
"You're just hungry sweetie, you're just going to have to hold on a little bit longer" I said quietly. "I'm sure you'll get something to eat soon sweetie, you're going to have to hold on a little bit longer" I tried to assure her, but her tummy growled again and she whimpered. Poor girl.
"I just wish we could get out. I'm tired of the pain and hunger" she whispers.
"I know sweetheart, we'll get out soon" I said, starting to pull at the straps on my wrists.
"I miss you" she said.
"I know darling, I miss you too, but at least I can see you" I say.
"It's not the same. I want you to give me a hug and tell me I'm okay, but you can't" she whispered.
"I know. I wish I could give you a hug baby but I can't. Hopefully soon" I said calmly.
"I want to go home!" she cries.
"I know sweetheart" I said sadly. She doesn't talk after that. She just cries out a little, then soon she settles down. I wish I could get her out and take her home but I can't. I'm powerless.
    I have lost tons of weight, my muscles are stiff and sore. My back is sore from laying on this hard metal table. My knee still gets sore from time to time. My nose is still crooked from when Saw punched me. I'm hungry and sore and depressed. There's nothing I can do. This is hell for the both of us. My chest and ribs are still quite painful. I sigh and just lay my head down.
  Dr. Saw comes walking in with a can of kerosene. He sets it down and sits in the corner, intimidatingly.
"How are you doing today, Campbell?" He asks.
"Terrible. Just let me and Carnee go"  I say weakly. It's pretty pathetic to beg to a crazy wacked-out doctor.
"Not gonna happen. She will never exit this hospital unless she's dead" he sneers and walks over, picking up the can of kerosene.
"Gonna do a bit of experiment today, thought I'd study the effects of kerosene on a person" He says smugly. He pours a bit on a cloth and puts the cloth over my mouth and nose, forcing me to inhale the fumes. I try to struggle and move my head away, but even when I move, the cloth is still held over my mouth. He removes the cloth as I start coughing, my airways tighten up and start getting abdominal pain. I wheeze, having a difficult time breathing.
"Dad!" Carnee shouts. I just look at her and nod, letting her know that I'm okay. Dr. Saw sneers as I continue to wheeze and cough. Dr. Saw grabs the can and tips it, spilling the kerosene over my face, I close my mouth and shut my eyes tight. The skin on my face starts to burn a little and I feel dizzy and drowsy. Dr. Saw just goes and sits in a chair at the corner of the room and watches me. I keep my eyes closed and just lay there, not knowing what else to do. Dr. Saw gets bored and just leaves the room.
  I lay there silently, my throat was sore and my abdomen was in pain. I moan and shift, trying to get a little more comfortable.  I look up at the screen, Carnee lays there motionlessly, her eyes closed. She must be sleeping. I look closer, Claire's ashes is still scattered on the floor. My heart aches for her, and Lauren. To be completely honest, I loved Claire and all, but my heart misses Lauren more. My heart loved Laruen more. Lauren was sweeter, happier, and more graceful. She was beautiful and she would've been the perfect mum to Carnee. I loved both Claire and Lauren, but my heart is telling me that I love Lauren more, and I'm going to trust my heart's feeling. Lauren was my first wife and she was more alluring and still so much sweeter. I start daydreaming of Lauren.

I remember the day when I took Lauren to a beautiful garden. She was wearing a bright yellow dress that flared at the knees. She wore shiny silver shoes and had that silver diamond heart necklace around her neck that I gave her a few weeks before. I was walking beside her, holding her soft hand as we walked between rows of flowers. She let go of my hand and took a few steps in front of me, then started gracefully twirling around. It's like she made the whole garden brighter and prettier, and the sun shined brighter, and the sky had become clearer and bluer. It's like the earth was watching her dance and sing and everything seemed happier and more beautiful, like she was an angel on earth. The garden was pretty, but Lauren was even more beautiful. She twirled with grace, her dress flared out and her hair flowed through the breeze and her necklace jumped on and off of her chest. My heart just raced with love as I watched her gracefully twirl and dance in the middle of the garden. Her lips had a soft smile plastered on them, her lip gloss shined in the sun, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in the whole wide world. My heart continued to beat with unconditional love for Lauren. I walked up to her and held her waist, twirled her around a few times, and gave her a meaningful, gentle kiss. She laughed, her laugh was sweet and was as pretty as a songbirds tune. I kissed her again and twirled her around once more, then stopped her and held her waist again, she wrapped her arms up around my neck, and both our hearts beat with love and compassion as we danced between the flowers.
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in the whole wide world" I whispered in her ear. "You're even more beautiful then all these flowers, your voice is more beautiful then a songbirds tune, your skin is softer than the delicate petals of a flower. You're more beautiful than an angel. I love you Lauren."
A smile spread across her face, her lips so soft. "I love you too Bronson. You are the sweetest and most handsome man I have ever met." she said quietly.
"You're sweeter" I smiled. She smiled and gave me a tight hug. We let go and she twirled around gracefully a couple more times then stopped and stood in front of me. That's when I got down on one knee, pulled out a small box and opened it in front of her, showing her an expensive diamond ring and proposed to her.
"Lauren, my love, will you marry me?" I asked, smiling up at her. Her face lit up brighter than the sun.
"Yes Bronson Campbell, I will marry you!" she said, crying tears of joy. I put the ring on her finger, then stood up. She jumped into my arms and hugged me tight. I smiled lovingly and held her. I set her back down to the ground and we kissed.

    The day I proposed to Lauren. I will never forget it. It was one of the happiest days of my life. She was so beautiful. I miss her so much. My heart aches. A tear rolls down my cheek.
    With Claire, it was still nice, still romantic, she was sweet and pretty and a great person, but I know, in my heart, that Lauren was my true lover.
     I open my eyes and look at Carnee. My heart beats sorely for Carnee, it hurts to see her so abused. I sigh and close my eyes, remembering the memories of Lauren, Claire and of Carnee. Carnee was such a happy girl, always happy and smiling, so perfectly healthy and beautiful. She was perfect. The only thing that's wrong with her is that she's mentally immature, always wanting hugs and attention and to be treated like a little girl. But I don't mind, I love giving her hugs and snuggles anyway, she's everything to me and I'll do anything for her, she's my only child, she needs love. I think that her mental immaturity is my fault because I treated her as a little girl for a long time, always hugging her and protecting her. But she doesn't seem to mind, and neither do I, so everythings alright. She was next to perfect, now she's emotional and weak. I feel so bad for her. I know nothing will ever be the same for her again, but that doesn't mean I love her any less. She's the only thing left in the world that's important to me. If she dies, I'll die. She's my everything, my life, my daughter, my babygirl, my angel, my beautiful, sweet child. I have to get her out of this place. I don't want her to die here. She's done nothing to ever deserve this, my heart breaks a little for her every time I think about it. I close my eyes again and fall asleep. When I wake, I check on Carnee right away, she seems okay, for now.
  Dr. Saw comes into my room.
"Hey Campbell, hows it going?" He snickers.
"Please leave me alone right now" I said, my heart was still aching.
He ignores me and walks up to me, forces my eyelid open with his fingers, then pours some type of chemical into my left eye. I shout in pain as the chemical blinds me, literally cooking my eyeball. I shout out, becoming almost blind in that eye. Dr. Saw laughs, taking pleasure from my pain. He just laughs again and leaves the room.
Dr. Saw walks into Carnee's room, I watch. He just feeds her soup and gives her some water. I'm so glad that she's getting fed.
  Everything was okay with her till Dr. Saw grabs a sledge hammer, and smashes her knees. He's done this to her before. She screams and started bawling again. I watch as she cries and her knees bruise. He pulls out a needle, injecting an unknown substance into her arm. I don't know what it was. I just hope it doesn't kill her.  He pulls out a scalpel and starts cutting her skin open along her collarbones, then spilling alcohol on the wounds as she screams.
"Leave her alone!" I yell, my eye still stinging. He smirks, then leaves the room. Carnee keeps crying.
  A few minutes later, he comes into my room with a sabre saw, a electrical hot plate and a tape measure.
"What are you doing with those things?!" I shout. He doesn't say anything and measures my knee with the measure. I stare at him as he mumbles to himself, his mumbling inaudible to hear. He sets the electrical hot-plate down on a table and plugs it in, letting it heat up to as hot as it goes.
"What are you up to?" I growl.
"Well Mr. Campbell, I'm just about to work on you in a few minutes" he says with an evil, creepy grin.
"Leave Dad alone!" Carnee screams. He puts on glove and goggles. He walks up to me, turning on the sabre saw, and starts cutting through my leg, just below the knee. I scream. He cuts through my leg slowly, blood spraying everywhere, cutting through veins and muscle, now starting to cut through the muscle, tissue, and bone. I yell out loud from the agonizing pain. It's so painful I can hardly breathe. I gasp and shout, as Saw takes his time cutting through my leg, cutting slowly so it's even more painful. The blade cutting through the bone marrow and more muscle and tissues. I scream, blood spraying everywhere and pain running through my whole body.
"DADDY!!!!" Carnee screams, her eyes flowing so many tears running down and soaking her face. She cries so much her eyes can't even tear anymore. Dr Saw continues to saw till my leg is completely cut off, he grabs it and tosses it on the floor like it was a piece of discarded meat. I look down as I see my leg calf cut off, freshly cut right below my knee. I shout loud as it bleeds. My throat starts to hurt and scratch. Dr. Saw then grabs the hot plate, pushing the hot end against the stump of my leg. I scream as it burns and melts the skin, fusing it and cutting off the circulation in my leg. I stare down in horror as the stump of my leg burns and fuses. It sizzles and burns. I close my mouth and groan, my hands in fists. My hands were so tightly in fists that my fingernails dig into my palms and split open my skin.
"Dad!! No! Saw! Stop it!" Carnee cries, her eyes were extremely red and teary. Dr. Saw grins evilly at me, I gasp and snarl at him. The pain is so bad. The worst physical pain I have ever felt. Dr. Saw leaves the room, then comes back and walks over to me, fitting me with a prosthetic leg. I look down, scaring myself by the fake leg and my real leg on the floor in a bloody puddle. I close my eyes and moan.
"Dad!!" Carnee cries out. I'm in pain, but I also feel bad for Carnee, being so hurt and scared for me. Dr. Saw laughs some more, laughing at my agonizing pain and horror. He stands there and watches us for a while, then leaves the room.
"Dad...." Carnee cries, her eyes still red and afraid. I pull hard at the straps around my wrists.
"I'll be okay sweetie, don't be scared" I groan.
"Daddy" she cries, her voice was shaky and choked.
We'll die if we don't get out soon.