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(Dad's POV)That freaking bitch injected her with that poison... AGAIN! I need to get out of here now, or I'm gonna watch my baby die right in front of me. Looking around desperately, I spot a container of bio hazardous substances to my right. I lurch as hard as I can towards it, despite getting nearly overpowered with electrocution. Finally, I scoot the chair just close enough to where I can knock over the container. Moving my face away and shutting my eyes, I scoot the chair tight into it, bracing myself as the toxins spill over me. Just as I was hoping, it was corrosive acid, the kind that eats through anything it touches.
It burned right through the chains and most of my straitjacket. Luckily, I wiggled out of the jacket before the acid got to me. I pulled out the hooks in my eyes and both, blinking away bloody tears. I whip around, hearing someone gasp behind me. It was a glamorous nurse, her face stricken with shock. I stomp over to her, slamming her against a wall by her throat.
"Fix my face." I growl at her, the slits in my cheeks burning with every movement, "Or I will throw you right into that flesh-eating acid right over there."
"Sir please!" She croaks through my grip, "I will, just let me go!" I release her, letting her get out a first aid kit with a needle and thread. First, she gently dabs my facial wounds with a damp wipe, making it sting, but I hold still as she sews the smile together, with no anesthetics. When she finishes, I pull her into a tight embrace, silently pulling a scalpel from her back pocket.
"Thank you for helping me," I whisper in her ear, "But I have a question; are you part of the people who are torturing my daughter?"
"N-no sir! I only clean and dress her wounds after they hurt her." She says nervously.
"So you only fixed her wounds to prepare her to endure more of this bullshit from these people?" I say, still calmly.
"Y-yes, I'm sorry." She buries her face into my shoulder, crying softly.
"And you never bothered to help her escape, even when you had many chances to?" I say, my voice getting harsher. This woman starts crying too hard to even answer that. Holding her closer, I raise the scalpel, aimed right at her back. I bring it down, stabbing it into her multiple times. She gasps, and slowly sinks from my arms, collapsing into a pool of her own blood.
"Bitch." I spit at her, running off through the halls to destroy the rest of the doctors and save Carnee.
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