Poisoned Blood 2: Return Of The Surgeons

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The person who walked in... was Claire! Her expression in complete shock when she saw how deformed I looked, covered in blood and my mouth ripped open. I don't know how I look, but it's probably bad. She covered her mouth in horror, and runs up to me and starts untying the ropes around my hands and ankles.
"We're gonna get you out of here, honey" she whispers. The door opens behind her.
"Claire..." I whine softly as a tall, dark figure sneaks up behind her.  She continues to untie the ropes, not realizing the person behind her.
"Claire behind you!" I shout in fear. She turns around and gasps. The figure was Doctor Saw who sneaks up behind her and slits her throat with a knife. She grabs her neck trying to stop the blood that flows from it. She coughs and gasps.
"Carnee, I'm sorry" She lets out, her voice quiet and forced, then dropping to the floor choking, gripping her throat and coughing and chocking. I scream. Her throat was bleeding heavily and in a few seconds, she dies. Blood still flowing from her throat. Doctor Saw grins creepily and pushes me back onto the table. I fight and scream and wiggle, trying to get away.
"HOW DARE YOU?!" I scream furiously in anger, tears running from my eyes down my cheeks, I fight with him angrily, but I'm so weak and and sick, and he's so strong. He punches me hard in the jaw, knocking it into misplacement, making me scream. He growls and shoves me down on the table, retying the ropes to me tightly. Claire, my step-mom, and my best friend, killed by the doctors who torture me, is dead on the floor, and is just one of those corpses on the floor of this hellhole. I look down at her and start to cry. Her eyes are still open and her mouth slightly open too, her hand still gripped onto her throat. She had blood all over herself, laying dead in a bloody puddle on the floor.
"Haha, why are you so sad? She was such a bitch" he snickers.
"Claire" I whisper in pain and sorrow. More tears streaming down my face. The door opens again, and this time, its.. its.... Dad! (Dad as the chapter picture-) He grabs doctor Saw and throws him across the room, Dr. Saw hits the wall hard, gasping as the struck took all the air out of his lungs. Dad runs over to me and unties the ropes.
"Daddy" I whine.  He looks at me closely, he face sinking when he realizes how bad I really look, and how much blood I have lost. My face is pale.
"Oh my god" he mumbles under his breath, his face was full of worry. I look up at him with teary, begging eyes.
"Hold on, babygirl" he said in a frantic.  Doctor Saw got knocked out by hitting his head against the wall. He lies there motionlessly on the floor. Dad carefully picks me up, getting my blood on his clothes. He looks over at Claire.
"I'm sorry Claire..." He whispers, leaning down, setting me on the floor. His expression turns into deep sorrow.
"I'm so sorry, my love" he said, kissing her forehead. His eyes filling with tears of sorrow. I watch in sadness. He sighs and a tear falls his eye. He wipes it away, then picks me up and runs through the hall. Doctor Lana and Doctor Smoker steps right in front of us. I scream in fear and wrap my arms around Dad's shoulders tightly and tuck my head into his chest. Dad gasps and runs the opposite way down the hall, then Heather, Doctor Happy, and Aaron stops us. We're cornered.
"Shit!" Dad says and looks around frantically, holding me tighter against him in his arms.
"Hold on" he whispers into my ear. He runs toward Heather and Doctor Happy, and sprints past them. He runs up to a door and grabs the bloody door knob to the stairs. Dad carries me running down the stairs with the blood splattered walls and corpses propped up on the staircase. Doctor Smoker was waiting behind the door and grabs me and Dad and tackles us hard to the floor. I land ahead of Dad. I lay helpless on the floor, with no use of my hands or feet to get away.
"CARNEE!!!" Dad yells, trying to crawl over to me. Doctor Smoker grabs his ankles, and starts punching him and beating him, he yells and tries to fight back, but Dr. Smoker is stronger and more muscular than Dad. All I can do is watch in horror, as Dad and doctor Smoker fight. I sob and cry as doctor Smoker beats Dad, bruises forming on his face and blood running from his mouth and nose. Dad gets weak, but still tries to fight back.
"Daddy!" I scream, I try to move over to him on my elbows and knees.
"Get back Carnee! Get away, get out of here! Go!" He yells to me, but I try to move closer to them. I get right up next to Dad and elbow Smoker right in the face. He falls back to his hands. I throw myself on top of him and slap him with my lifeless hands. Dad stands up and picks me up from off him and runs to the closest exit. Doctor Lana runs right in front of us holding a handgun, aiming it right at Dad's heart.
"Daddy!" I cry.
"You're not going anywhere" she growls, holding the gun out, still aiming at Dad's heart. I start crying and tucking my head against his shoulder. Dad ducks and whips the gun right out of her hand and runs past her. Doctor Happy steps up behind us and shoots dad with a tranquilizer dart he accidentally drops me and falling to his knees, then to the floor next to me. I hit my head hard, I try to fight to stay conscious, but my vision blacks out.
I wake up, in the same room, on the same table, with the same ropes tied around me in the same spots. With a splitting headache. I probably have a concussion. Dammit! I look around the room. Dads strapped in a chair next to my table, he's still asleep. New pictures were added on the wall. Pictures of dad and I being chased by the doctors, the guns being pointed at us. I close my eyes as the memories of that leak into my mind. Tears fall from my eyes. I feel bad for dad, and I miss my mother, Claire is dead. I just want to get out of here. I wish we got out. I look around. I see Claire's dead body on the floor, her neck slit open, with her eyes still open. My tears stream harder, making my vision blurry. I look over at dad, with a huge unsettling frown on his face, his face is covered in bruises and a bit of dried blood on the corner of his mouth.  I cry even harder, my eyes starting to sting and burn. Dad looks bad. He was beaten pretty hard. There's so many bruises on his face. I look around helplessly, then hear a noise. It was my tummy. I'm starving. I haven't eaten in days. I whimper and ignore my hunger. I'm losing a lot of weight and my body is so abused. I look back at Dad, who was still asleep.
"Daddy" I say quietly. He still sits there motionless. I can see his chest moving, I can tell he's still breathing, so at least I know he's alive.
"Dad" I say, trying to wake him up. He's still asleep. I don't want to talk too loud or the surgeons might hear us.
"Dad!" I say a bit louder. He still doesn't get up. I shift a little then stare at the ceiling. I just lay there, waiting for something to happen. I pull on the ropes a little, but I know its no use so I stop trying. I close my eyes and think of the good times dad and I had. I think of my mother, I think of Claire. I try to think of good things. But somehow those memories are pushed away by the memories of doctor Johnson, and the other surgeons, and my previous torture. I open my eyes again and look around. Dad wakes up gasping and struggling in the straps. He growls and pulls at the straps.
"Dad!" I say. He looks over at me, with his eyes wide, still trying to figure out whats going on.
"Carnee, where the hell are we?" He says nervously.
"Dad, We're locked in my room. The doctors have been torturing me in here, we have to get out!" I say whining. He pulls at the straps on his wrists and growls.
"I'll find a way" he says seriously. He looks around and sees Claire dead on the floor. He just stares silently. A tear drips from his eye. He looks away closing his eyes. I hate to see dad in pain. It totally destroys me.
"Dad... I'm sorry. Her death is my fault. You shouldn't have come to save me. You could get killed too" I whisper. Dad looks back at me with a serious look on his face.
"Carnee, its not your fault at all. You know I'd do anything for you. You're my daughter and I love you. You have to get out of here. I'm getting you out of here, even if I get killed" he said, looking into my scared, tear filled eyes.
"I don't want you to die! I love you dad!" I say whining.
"You don't deserve this torture. You're my baby, darling. I can't let them continue to torture and abuse you like this. I have to get you out" he said.
"But Dad-"
"No buts, honey. I'm getting us out of here" he said calmly.
I don't respond after that. I stare at the ceiling, full of guilt. We sit there silently for a while, then Dad finally says something.
"Honey, what have they done to you?" he asks.
"They've cut me, burned me. They cut off my hands and feet and re-attached them but I can't move my fingers anymore" I whined. Dad broke down in sorrow and guilt.
"I'm so sorry baby. I wish I never agreed to let them take you here... I had no idea you were going to get tortured like this," Dad said quietly.
"It' not your fault" I say quietly. We say nothing for a little while, then later the door opens. Heather and Doctor Lana walk in.  They both smile evilly.
"Who the hell are you?" Dad growls.
"Oh Mr. Campbell, I'm so glad you took me to the fair. But that's all in faded days" Heather says.
"Heather? What? Whats going on here?!" Dad growls at her.
"Heather  and I have decided, we're keeping both of you alive. Now we can work on both of you" Dr. Lana sneers.  I just glare at the both of them.
"Screw your whole family!" I hiss.
"Well, I hate your stupid family too. Too bad that both your mom and step mom, your dad's wives are dead" She snickers evilly.  Dad and I both yell at them.
"What is wrong with you?!" Dad yells in anger, pulling on the straps on his wrists.
"I'm taking your stupid father to his own room, Carnee, one just like this one. We don't want you to see what we do with you're weak and stupid father" Dr Lana says. I scream.
"Let me stay with my daughter! She depends on me! She needs me!" Dad yells.
"Nope!" she said evilly and grabs his chair.
"Let him stay!" I cry desperately. She just laughs and wheels him into the hall. I hear him yelling my name. I scream at them to bring dad back but they ignore me.
"Your dad will be fine, we won't kill him, I promise. Your dad will be fine, we'll let him go, once you're dead" Heather explains.
"Heather, please don't let them torture me, please let me go, please don't let me die!" I beg. She just grins and laughs slightly.
"Let us both go!" I scream at her in terror and anger. She smiles and shakes her head. She grabs a container, it has warm soup in it, she starts giving me spoonfuls of it. I don't want to eat; I'm really hungry, but I'm really not in the mood to eat anything.
"Eat some, or you'll starve" Heather growls, holding the spoon close to my face.
"I don't want to eat. I'm in too much pain" I complain, and move my head away.
"You said you don't want to die. You'll starve to death if you don't eat a little. I complain but she forced me to eat.  Now dad and I are both stuck here, and there's nothing we can do. I don't know what they're doing with dad, but I'm afraid for him. I don't want to die or to be tortured anymore. I hope dad will save my life. All I want is for me and dad to get out of here.