Poisoned Blood 3: Revenge

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(Dad’s POV)


Poor Carnee… She’s given up. She just wants to die. It kills me to hear her say that; but I guess I can’t blame her. We’ve been here a long time, I don’t even know how long we’ve been here. I wish I knew how to escape. I keep trying to get my hands free from these straps, but it’s no use now. There’s no escape. I keep telling her that we'll get out, but honestly I'm not sure if we will.

Carnee’s only seventeen, and she has that immature personality disorder… I can’t believe the horror and pain and sorrow she’s been through. No one should ever have to go through what Carnee and I have. Carnee has done nothing wrong. I just want to hold her and get her out of here. I love her so much. I hate seeing her in this condition. She's being destroyed. Her life is ruined, and I let all of this happen…

I sigh and rest, there’s nothing I can do right now. I could try pulling on the restraints, but it hurts my wrists and even if I freed myself, Dr. Saw would hear me. I look at the screen. My poor daughter, she’s sick, she’s hurting, she’s dying… And there’s nothing I can do.  

“Carnee” I say. She weakly turns her head towards the screen. She looks bad. She's so weak and sick and starving she can barely move. She's not the happy, healthy girl she once was anymore. She's been through too much traumatizing events. And there's nothing I can do to help her. She looked so terrible. Her body is too sick, she has no strength left. She's gonna die soon.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I just want to get you out of here. I let this happen. I should’ve gotten you out by now, and I’m sorry” I say, full of guilt. She just takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. She doesn’t want to talk to me. I think for a second, then I figure it out. It’s because I swore at her. I shouldn’t have said any of that. She’s been sensitive and emotional since we’ve been here. I should be careful of what I say to her. I won’t get mad at her again. None of this is her fault. I shouldn't have gotten angry at her. I didn't realize how much I upset her.

“Honey… Are you mad at me for swearing at you? Because I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’m angry with Dr. Saw. I didn’t mean to say any of that to you. I feel horrible” I say softly. She looks at me but still doesn’t say anything.

“Honey, please forgive me” I say quietly. She breathes deeply.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault. I shouldn’t of taken it so seriously” she said, her voice was quiet and trembling, I could tell it was hard for her to speak, she must be dehydrated and her trachea is majorly damaged.
"You did nothing wrong baby, I'm really sorry" I say.

I try to move my leg. I hate this prosthetic leg. My real leg is still rotting on the floor. Looking at it makes me nauseous.

Later, the door opens and Dr. Saw walks in.

“What do you want?” I growl. He doesn’t say anything and slashes open my forehead with a scalpel. I yell in pain as blood starts to run down my face.

“What was that for?” I snarl, blinking as some of the blood gets into my eyes.

“I don’t need a reason” Dr. Saw scoffs, then wipes the blood from my eyes. He looks closer at my face, staring into the eye that he damaged with the chemical. My eye is still red and blurry.

“How is your vision in that eye?” Dr. Saw asks. I shut one eye and try to look with the sore one.

“It’s sore and really blurry” I complain.

“Not good enough” Dr. Saw says, pulling out a small medicine bottle and spilling more chemical in the same eye. I yell in pain as my eye hurts and blurs even more.

“Leave Dad alone!” Carnee screams.

“How does it look and feel now?” Dr. Saw says harshly.

I try to blink but the chemical burns my eyelid.

“Please… Stop…  My eye is almost blind…” I hesitate.

“Just what I wanted to hear” he smirks and sits down in a chair. Dr. Saw flinches, then looks at me with a straight face. I moan.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“My damn eye is painful, it hurts” I grump. He stands up and walks over to me, then gently dabs my eye with a damp cloth to make it less sore. I just stare at him, wondering why he’s helping relieve the pain. I lay there for a bit, then talk to him again.

“Let Carnee go” I say.

“I can’t do that right now, Mr. Campbell” he says.

“She’s dying… Please, don’t let her die. Please let her free” I say. He sighs and says nothing, then starting to fall asleep in the chair. He keep drifting out of consciousness. I just leave him alone. At least if he sleeps, he can’t hurt us. I lay there silently, then Dr. Saw wakes up and looks around.

“Damn… I’m so exhausted” Dr. Saw says, rubbing his eyes. He slumps into the chair and pulls out a flask and drinks from it. Seeing him taking a drink makes me thirsty.

“Want a sip?” He asks. I just stare at him.

“You’re offering me a drink?” I ask, raising my eyebrow. My voice sounded hoarse.

“Yeah” he says, his face neutral. Is this a trick?
"What is it?" I ask.
"Rum" he says, walking over to me, giving me a sip. God, it was strong. But my mouth isn't as dry anymore and I started feeling tingly and warm inside.

“Can you please help Carnee, please let her out, or at least give her something to eat?” I ask, maybe if I ask him nicely when he's in a non-hostile mood, he may actually listen to me. Carnee looks like she's so hungry. She's so skinny. I can barely look at her, it causes too much pain to look at her like this. She's so abused, and there's nothing I can do. I feel so bad. She’s awake, just lying there silently. I close my eyes tight, almost about to cry, my poor baby, I can't even look at her, she looks so destroyed and abused. I feel tears well up in my eyes. I'm weak, and she's my angel, I can't believe she looks this way. It's so painful to see her like this. I tears start to drip down the sides of my face.
“No” he says calmly, looking at me and smirking.
"You little wimp. A grown man crying? Hehe, that's so pathetic" he laughs. I look at him and snarl.
“Please, my daughter's slowly dying and there's nothing I can do. You have no idea how it feels. You would never understand, you've never had a child. You don't know how hard it is to watch your own child go through this torture and starve and slowly die. I’d let you kill me just for you to take better care of her. She’s so weak, Duncan, Carnee is the most important thing in the world to me, I love her so much, please help her” I say.

“No” he says calmly again.
"Saw, she's sensitive and immature. She needs me. I'm the only person she depends on, please let me go see her" I say.  
"No" he said, about to leave the room.

“Wait” I say, he stops. “Just don’t hurt her again”

“I’m too tired to work on either of you today, I’ll let you get some rest” he says.

“Please just let Carnee go!” I yell at him angrily. Right before he leaves, he flinches.

“She’s never going to escape this hospital, and neither are you!” He yells and leaves.

There he goes again, one minute he’s exhausted and sorry, then the next minute, he gets all angry and hostile… I think for a second, then figure it out. Dr. Saw has multiple personality disorder.

He walks into Carnee’s room and injects something into her arm. She starts  hysterically screaming and crying.

“Carnee, what’s happening?!” I ask in a frantic. She screams and squirms, pulling hard at the straps on her wrists and ankles. Something’s hurting her, whatever Dr. Saw gave her, its hurting her on the inside. She screams and squirms, I don’t know what’s going on, her body is in a lot of pain.

“Carnee!” I yell. She continues to scream, tears streaming from her eyes and she’s in agonizing pain. I wish I could stop it. Dr. Saw just stands there and laughs at her as she screams in pain.

“What have you done to her?” I yell at Saw.

“I poisoned her. The effects only last a few minutes.” Dr. Saw says. Carnee continues to scream.

“Hang in there, Carnee!” I shout, pulling hard at the straps on my wrists, pulling so hard that it’s shredding at my skin. I ignore it and pull harder at the straps, but I can’t get my hands through any further than this. Carnee continues to scream, starting to kick her feet and screaming with tears soaking her cheeks.

“Leave her alone!” I yell. Dr. Saw just laughs and leaves the room while Carnee is still in horrifying pain.

“Daddy!!” She screams, pleading to me to help her. I close my eyes tight. I can't watch her suffer like this.

“Baby, just hold on, the pain should go away soon” I say, trying my best to comfort her, keeping my eyes closed. I bet she's crying so hard, and I'm not even looking at her.

“HELP ME!!!!” She screams, going into shock, shaking and pulling at the restraints. Her pulse must be racing.

“Carnee, please! Try to calm down, I know it really hurts, but you have to try to relax, you’re going to strain your muscles, please calm down” I say in a comforting voice.

“Daddy…” She cries. She stops moving so much, but she still moans and cries. I open my eyes and look at her. Her face is soaked with tears.

“You’re going to be okay, baby” I say slowly.

“Dad, I can’t do this anymore, I can’t stand this torture… I wish someone would end this hell and I could just be put out of my misery…” She says quietly whining.

“Baby, I love you. Be strong honey. You need to be brave and strong for me, baby. Please wait a little longer, I know I keep saying this, but I will get you out of here. Just give me a bit more time. I promise I’ll get you out of here, babygirl” I say softly.

“I can’t do this anymore” she says, her voice shaky and whiny, still silently crying.

“Baby, I love you. You’re strong darling, just hold on a little longer” I say. I look at her. She looks horrible. She’s going to die if I don’t do something very soon. I can’t let her die.

“I don’t want to exist anymore” she whispers.
“You’re going to make it out of here soon, babygirl. You don't deserve any of this. I will get you out, I promise. Just hold on for just a little bit longer" I say. God, I just hope I can get her out in time, she'll die if she waits any longer. I can't let her die.

   Carnee's dying. I don't care what happens to me, but I have to get her out of here, alive, and soon.