Poisoned Blood 2: Return Of The Surgeons

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(Carnee's father's POV)
        Dr. Lana... the daughter of Claire and Carnee's previous torturer is wheeling me into some strange room down the grimy hallways. I can hear Carnee's screams echoing for me as we move farther away from her. I close my eyes in distress; my poor baby girl, my only child, was brought here to be severely disfigured, ruined for the rest of her her life, that is if they didn't kill her. She's all I have left in this world and now she's being taken from me. I let this happen. I'm just so weak.
        "Ah here we are!" Dr. Lana stops my chair, unlocking a steel door and pushing me inside, "Welcome to your room, old man." She sneers, injecting a needle into my jugular with an unknown substance. Almost immediately, I am knocked out.
        Not too long after, I awake in a straitjacket, chained to a metal chair. Multiple screens are laid out in front of me in the dark room, casting an eerie glow onto me. I squint my eyes; it's the disgusting hospital room they're keeping Carnee in, showing it from different angles.
        I try to lurch towards the screens, but I'm held down tight against this stupid chair. I struggle again, harder this time, but suddenly feel a horrible shock run up my body.
        "Every time you try to get out of that chair, sensors pick up your movement and send a signal to electrocute you mildly." I whip my head to the left to see a crazy woman with fried hair, twitching and giggling like she was being tickled, "Think of my... invention as a high-tech electrocution chair!"
        "Who the hell are you?" I growled, gritting my teeth from the pain of the shock.
        "Ah, you are just like your daughter; angry and awfully rude." She croaks, coming closer, "I'm Doctor Storm hehe. I'll be watchin' you from up there." She points to a camera on the ceiling, laughing, "I'm like God, baby. I'm always watchin' from the skyyyy." She twirled around, her hands held in the air above her. The odd woman twirled right out of the room, humming to herself as she danced out into the hallway. Dr. Lana followed after her, rolling her eyes.
        I turned my eyes back to the screens, my anger being replaced with dread as I see someone walk into the room. It's... it's my brother! And he's tugging along a large clear cylinder. What the hell... I watch as he places it across the bed from Carnee, then shoves thin tubes into her. Blood starts flowing into the bottom of the glass cylinder.
        "NO! GET AWAY FROM HER, AARON!" I holler, but no one hears me. I bolt from desperation, earning another harsh shock from the chair. I have no choice but to sit still, sobbing as he and another man with gray smoky hair shred her soft skin with sand paper. Being the weak man I am, I couldn't look anymore, so I shut my eyes, crying like a kid. Suddenly, I feel slim arms wrap around my shoulders slowly.
"Oh you poor, poor dear." I glance up to be met with a crazy clown woman, grinning impossibly wide. Her voice sends chills through my bones, "Why are you so sad? Is it because of Carnee? Pshh... it brings me joy to watch her pain, and you should be happy, too. I'll help with that."
        Before I could say anything, she pierces the corners of my mouth with hooks on strings. Then she pulls the strings tight, tearing my mouth up into an enormous Chelsea smile. I howl in the absolute worst pain I have ever felt. Blood runs like waterfalls down my face, soaking the straitjacket. This goddamn woman then shoves hooks into my eyelids, forcing them open so I have no choice but to watch these heartless people tear apart my baby Carnee.