Poisoned Blood 3: Revenge

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   I lay still for a while, then finally fall asleep. I dream, I dream of being home with Mom, Dad, and even Claire. The dogs were there too. We were sitting in the living room, happy and healthy. Then mom gasps as blood starts streaming out of her chest, then Claire screaming with blood streaming out of her neck, and the dog’s throats bleed and I scream.

“Mommy! Claire! No!” I scream. Dad yells out and his leg bleeds, and everyone bleeds to death around me, laying on the floor in puddles of blood. The walls have blood streaming down them, and the room goes up in flames and I scream.

I wake up screaming and kicking my feet. I look around, then relax, knowing it was only a dream. I think about my dream and what happened, the thoughts send a chill up my spine and I suddenly feel cold and get goosebumps on my arms. I shudder and take a shaky breath.

“Are you okay babygirl?” Dad asks. I weakly nod. I look into the mirror, I gasp, then realize it’s only me, as I look so bad I didn’t notice it was me at first. I look back at the screen closely, Dad’s hair is graying, his face is starting to get some wrinkles, and he has dark circles under his eyes from the abuse and lack of sleep. I rest my head down, knowing there’s nothing I can do. I pull at the straps, but my sore, weak muscles start to tense up. I stop and rest my arms. I exhale and stare at the ceiling. I’m bored and sore. My bruises are sore.

I watch the screen as Dr. Saw walks into Dad’s room, pulling a stand with a small computer on it in. I notice it’s just a blood pressure monitor. Dr. Saw puts the strap around Dad’s arm and turns on the machine. Dad sighs and lays still. Dr. Saw waits, then reads the numbers and takes the strap off Dad’s arm.

“You have high blood pressure, Mr. Campbell” Dr. Saw says strictly.

“Do you have a history of hypertension in your family?” He asks.

“No, it’s probably from me lying here and not using my muscles for so long” Dad grumps. Dr. Saw shrugs.

“Are your ribs healing?” Dr. Saw asks, rolling up dad’s shirt and observes his chest.

“Pretty bruised, but you’ll be fine” He says, then opens a container of yogurt and gives some to dad. My tummy starts to growl. I sigh and shift, trying to get comfortable. Dr. Saw should just let me die of starvation. That way I wouldn’t be killed directly by Dr. Saw’s torture, and it wouldn’t be as painful. My body has no fat left to keep me alive if I starve for too long. I close my eyes, there's nothing for me to do. I rest and daydream.

   I rest till Dr. Saw walks into the room.

“How are you doing?” He asks. I ignore him.

“Talk to me, before I slap you” Dr. Saw threatens.

“Just leave me alone. Just leave me to die” I whisper. Dr. Saw just stares at me without saying anything. A few moments later he finally speaks.

“Not gonna happen kid. I’m not letting you die yet” He says. I keep my eyes closed and start breathing deeper.

“It disgusts me by the fact that I'm breathing the same oxygen as you” Dr. Saw complains.

My tummy growls again. Loudly. I whine. Dr. Saw  walks over to me and opens another container of yogurt.

"Hungry?" He smirks. I whimper.

“I don’t want anything to eat, let me starve” I say quietly.

“C’mon kid, just take a few bites. I know you’re hungry, just take a little bit” Saw says. "Your stomach is growling, have some of this, it'll make you feel better."

“No” I say.

“Just a few bites Carnee. Come on, I don’t want to fight with you” he says.

“I don’t want to. Just let me starve” I say. Dr. Saw rolls his eyes.

“No. Have some, or I’ll have to inject water and nutrients into your veins to keep you alive. I don’t think you would want that. Now just take a bite” he says. I sigh and eat some of the yogurt, though I didn’t want any. Dr. Saw puts the container down and looks at me. He grabs a damp cloth and wipes the crusted blood off the cuts I got yesterday.

“What time is it?” I ask.

“It’s three pm Carnee” He says, still wiping off my wounds.

“Why are you doing this? Why won’t you let me die? I want to die, Duncan… I can’t stand this anymore. Haven’t you hurt me enough? I just want to die now. Just leave me to die or just kill me. Stop my heart and kill me. Life isn’t worth it anymore. Kill me, please. I’m begging you, please, just kill me” I say, giving up. I know that I should try to have hope and to stay alive and get out of here, but I don’t care anymore. Dr. Saw just stares at me then sits down in the chair next to my table. I look closely at him. He… He starts crying. Tears dripping from his eyes.

“I’m sorry Carnee…” He says through his tears. I just watch him.

“I’m sorry. I have ruined your life. And I can’t do anything to make it up to you” He says.

“Just kill me” I whisper. He flinches, then grins.

“Hehe, you little bitch, I ain’t killing you yet. You really think I’m sorry for you? Are you insane?” He laughs. I just look at him with wide eyes.

“Oh Carnee, remember the time when we first met and I fooled you as being a police officer? That was hilarious. You really thought I was a cop coming to save you. I knew you'd be a great patient the moment I laid yes on you" he sneered. "You know Carnee, I used to be in the police force, but they fired me because I kept killing the criminals” Dr. Saw laughs. I stare at him, starting to feel angry.

“WHY?!” I scream. He laughs.

Dr. Saw looks at me and pulls out a scalpel from the pants pocket of his navy blue scrubs.

“Please… Please don’t hurt me” I plead. He stabs the scalpel into my side and twists. I scream as the wound bleeds and Dr. Saw pushes the scalpel deeper and twists it tighter.

“Stop it!” I cry out. He stabs it into my side even deeper. I scream as he sneers. My blood pouring out onto the table. Then Saw just rips it out through my skin, tearing through muscle and tissue. I scream.
"Cry to your heart's content. I'm not going to stop" he sneers.

“Leave her alone!” Dad yells. Dr. Saw ignores and just sits there and watches me as the wound still stings and bleeds. My skin started getting pale, all the colour flushing from my face. He then stitches up the cut. I stare at him as he wipes off the blood and looks at me.

“You’re pretty pale” he says. I want to cry, my eyes get teary, but I hold it back. There’s no sense crying. I flash the middle finger at him, and he notices it. He growls and grabs my hand and cuts off my finger. I scream. He just laughs.

“Leave Carnee alone! Stop doing this to her!” Dad yells. Dr. Saw just drops my finger on the floor and wraps my hand in gauze. My hand hurts as the gauze gets stained with blood. He sneers and stands up.

“Maybe this will teach you not to be rude to me.” Dr. Saw snickers and leaves the room. I’m in severe pain. I'm dying, I'm weak. I just want my heart to stop and my life to end.