Poisoned Blood 3: Revenge

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Dad was awake before I was, when I did wake, he was just staring down at the floor, tapping his fingers. Maybe he was just in deep thought.
"Dad?" I say. "I'm sorry for saying that stuff last night"
"It's alright Carnee" He says, looking at me. I look at his face, he has quite a few bruises, his nose crooked from being broken, dried blood was stuck to his upper lip. His Chelsea smile scars still there. Honestly, his face is a little creepy.
"How are you doing? Tell me how you feel" Dad says.
"Scared, sore, sad, hungry...." I say. Just then, Dr Saw enters the room, closing the door behind him.
"Brought you something to drink and eat" He says, walking over to me first. Putting a container down on a table. He pours some water from a bottle into a foam cup. He leans my head up with his one hand, and holds the cup in front of my face with the other. I weakly drink from the cup. Drinking made my tummy uncomfortable.
"Drink more" Dr Saw said, gently shaking the cup. I take one more sip.
"I really can't have any more" I say whining. He nods, then pours more water in the cup and walks over to Dad. Dad drinks some water.
"Can you please loosen the straps on my wrists a little bit" Dad says. Dr Saw scoffs but loosens them just a tiny bit, loose enough for dad to get more circulation in his hands. Dad flexes his fingers, relieved that he could still move them. Dr Saw grabs the container off of the table and walks over to me.
"Do you want some tomato soup?" He asks. I shake my head no.
"You always complained you were hungry, just have some" Saw convinces. "You must be starving, you haven't eaten in days."
"My tummy hurts" I whine. He lifts my shirt, exposing my belly. He observes it, then leaves the room.
He comes back a few minutes later and started cleaning the wound and replaces the bandages with new clean ones, then flipping my shirt back down.
"Have some soup please" Dr Saw says. I finally take some as he feeds me. I still feel weak. I reject the rest, even though I was still a tad hungry. He walks over to Dad and gives him some. Saw walks out of the room. I lay there for a few minutes, but Dr Saw returns. With a beaker full of odd coloured liquid. I look closer at it, and I noticed, it's acid. He walks over to Dad, and pours some on his hands.
"AAAAAGH!" He yells out, as the acid eats his skin. His skin sizzles and burns.
"Oh god!" He yells as Saw pours some on his knees. It eats through his pants and burns his skin. Dad growls, as the acid still stings him. Then Saw pours a lot on his legs.
"GAH!" He yells as the acid burns and his skin bleeds. Then...
Dr Saw walks over to me. And pours the acid on my arms. I scream and cry, my hands pulling on the straps on my wrists.
"Please stop!" I scream, and Saw pours more on my legs. I scream even louder. My skin sizzles.
Dr Saw just smiles, taking pleasure by our pain and suffering.
"Leave us alone!" Dad yells, gritting his teeth. Dr Saw just looks at him, then ignores. I'm still screaming by the sting of the acid.
"Shut up brat" Dr Saw says. I stop screaming, but continue to cry. The acid finally stops stinging my skin, but it still hurts.
"Y'know, you aren't my only current patients, I have other people too, but I just kill them, you guys are so much more fun to torture and experiment on" Dr Saw says. I gasp, but try to keep quiet.
"You sick, disgusting man!" Dad yells.
"Think what you want, but I'm a total genius " Dr Saw says. He's smart, but still horrible and sick in the head.
"How long are you going to keep us here?" I cry. I can't stand it here.  
"As long as I want" Dr Saw says.
"Let us go!" I yell.
"Child, you know I won't do that" he smirks.
"Just kill me!" I scream.
"It's not as fun to work on a corpse. Besides, your dad would still be here and I would continue to torture him, is that what you want?" Dr Saw threatens. I just cry.
"Didn't think so" He says. Dad just sits there silently.
"You can't do this to us!" I scream.
"Sure I can" Saw says casually.
"Why?" I cry. "Why are you doing this?" I ask. He ignores the question.  He walks over to Dad, and kicks his knee hard. He shouts.
"The human body is so interesting. It's strong but yet, so many things could kill a person. suffocation, blood loss, starvation, dehydration, infection, illness, one shot in the head or the chest and your dead. Isn't it just so cool that there's so many ways you could die" Saw rambles.
"No!" I yell. He laughs. He walks over to the heart monitor, that is currently turned off, and turns it back on. He puts the clip on my finger and it beeps.
"What are you doing?" I ask nervously. He just stands there, and runs his fingers through my very knotty hair.
"Please, what are you doing?" I ask, getting very frightened. He leans over me, and wraps his hands around my neck and starts choking me.
"STOP!!!! DON'T DO THIS TO HER!!!! PLEASE!!!" Dad yells. I cough and choke, there's nothing I can do. My pulse going rapid, choke and cry, my eyes flowing tears. I choke, gasping heavily, I can't breathe.
"STOP!" Dad yells in anger and fear.
Then the line on the monitor goes flat.
"No!!!!!!!!!!!" Dad yells. Then Dr Saw opens a cupboard and pulls out the defibrillator out and shocks my chest. Dad watches, hoping for my heart to start beating again.
"Please baby, wake up" Dad whispers. Dr Saw shocks me three times. The heart monitor starts beeping again, showing lines on the screen, I cough hard and wake up, my throat super sore.
"Baby? Carnee? Are you awake?" Dad asks. I moan,
"Oh thank God" Dad says in relief.
"See? So many thing could kill a life, its so interesting" Saw says. I try to talk but my throat is sore and I can't get my voice to work. I keep coughing.
"W-what happened?" I force out.
"I guess I proved my point. I'll let Carnee rest. Be back later" Dr Saw said and left the room, closing the door and locking it.
"D-dad w-what happ-end?" I choke out.
"You..... You died honey... Your heart stopped....." Dad says quietly. My eyes widen, I become shaky and super afraid, my pulse rises.
"It's true, baby. Dr Saw killed you right in front of me, there was nothing I could do, you died.... But he revived you" Dad says. I cough and wheeze. I try to talk more but my voice won't make a sound.
"I...." I try to say, but I couldn't get the words out.
"Baby, I'm sorry" Dad says quietly. I'm not quite exactly sure what he meant.
"Dad" I whisper.
"Baby, you're alive, baby, you're alive" He whispers. I lay my head back, listening to the beeping on the monitor.