Poisoned Blood 2: Return Of The Surgeons

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I look around frantically, it's hard to see, there's only a dim, flickering light above me. There's blood all over the walls and floors. My eyes widen, I see a picture of doctor Jonson on the wall, with an evil smile on his face. I stare into the eyes of the picture, it's like he's looking into my soul, like he was satan, trying to suck out my only energy I have left after fighting to try to get away. I look away, it scares me too much to look at the photograph. I struggle in the rope around my limbs, trying to free myself. I feel the cold metal against my hands, and the rope causing a burning feeling against my wrists. I cry out, hoping someone would hear me and help me, but I already know it's no use. I look at a picture on the wall... It's me... It's a picture of me, when I was cut open and strapped down to the bed. I whine in fright and worry. All of the memories start to return to me. How did they get a picture of that? No one in the room had a camera. I start kicking my feet, trying to make the ropes loose. No use. I'm totally stuck. I hear footsteps coming closer from the hall, I start breathing deeply and rapidly. Dr Lana walks trough the door and locks it. She turns on some more lights in the room so it would be a little brighter. She looks at me sneers.
"Hey girl. You think that what Jonson did to you was bad? Well it's gonna get much worse. This will be living hell for you, it's not even possible to imagine the kinds of things we're going to do to you" She smiles evilly. I whimper. I look closer at her face. She has that same sinister smile Doctor Jonson had, and similar skin tone, but hers is a bit more pale. I start freaking out even more, still pulling at the ropes, trying to get myself free.
"You had that poor weak Claire with you last time to protect you, to comfort you and calm you down, heh, now you have no one, except for the bloody corpses around you. And the other doctors sometimes, but I think you won't appreciate their company. See that girl over there?" She points over to a teenage girl laying dead on the floor across the room. She looked to be the same age as me, her expression on her stiff face was terror and fury. She was drenched in blood. I look closer at her and give it my all not to scream, even though I was already screaming internally.
"Poor girl, she was just like you, scared and helpless. Died of blood loss" she said.
"Let me go!" I scream, sounding tough but actually wanting to cry. She just laughs and shakes her head, then brushing back her long black hair.
"Hm, you know that ain't gonna happen. You escaped last time, we're not gonna let that happen. My father wasn't quite as evil as me, he wasn't quite as smart as me either. I bet he's proud of me for capturing you and now I'm able to avenge him. Oh and dear, believe me, no one has escaped this hospital" She sneers.
She lifts my shirt and exposes my scarred belly.
"Heh, that's not too deep, You really thought THAT was bad?" She says and holds out a knife.
"No! Don't you dare! Leave me alone!" I yell angrily, but afraid.
"Oh little darling Carnee, you've seen nothing yet" She says and slashes the knife through my skin, precisely across the existing scar. I scream and watch it bleed.
"Don't worry! I'm not done with you yet! I'm just gonna sew this up with no pain killers!"  She smiles. She holds up a needle and thread. I scream in pain with every stitch.
"Why the hell are you doing this?! I'm innocent!" I scream.
"I was close to my dad, and I loved what he did. I find it so interesting. When I was a little girl, around the same age as you, he let me watch the surgeries he preformed, it was so cool! So I thought I'd continue his amazing tradition" She says with a soft, but evil smile, getting blood all over her hands. She finishes stitching and looks at her hands. "I just love the colour red. Especially this red" She grins. I wriggle in place, trying to get free but the stitches hurt. She dims the lights then unlocks the door and leaves the room and locks it again. I finally let out my scream that I've been trying to hold in. I look at the picture of Dr. Jonson again. His eyes in the picture are staring, like he was watching the whole time, watching his crazy daughter torture me.
"I'm glad your dead" I whisper in anger, staring into the picture. I was lied there motionlessly for a while, keeping my eyes closed so I didn't have to look at all the blood and creepy words and drawings on the walls. About fifteen minutes went by, and someone walks into the room, a surgeon, a tall man with thick, smokey grey hair, almost floating in the air behind his head like it was held back with a strong static energy.  I have no idea how he made his hair look like that. He was an older, but creepy looking man, with bright, almost glowing teeth, his gums were perfect, his teeth were perfectly aligned too, like he was a dental surgeon or something to make his mouth so healthy. His smile was so unbelievably perfect.
"Doctor Smoker" He says, I'm looking at him in the dim light, trying to see his features, skinny, evil, a madman.
"You know why it's smoker? I kill my patients by burning them alive with fire or acid, or smoking them, or, whatever causes smoke or steam. It's so cool to see things melt, especially skin" He grins, his smile was just so perfect. I wanted to talk back, but decided not to say anything.
"But it's alright, your not gonna die today" He says.  "Doctor Lana said that we can all have a turn with ya, I couldn't wait for my turn," He snickers. He cuts my legs open with a scalpel and I whimper, then pours rubbing alcohol on the cuts. I scream as it stings. I kick my feet, the sting feeling so severe.
"Please!" I scream. "Stop it!" Trying to get out of the ropes again, wrapping my fingers around the rope and pulling hard, but I start getting rope burn on my wrists and ankles, so I stop.
He puts more of the alcohol on the wounds and watches me as the liquid stings my skin. He laughs evilly as I grit my teeth and close my eyes tight and whimper. He stands there and stares at me for a few minutes, then walks over to a small shelf across the room and pulls out a straightening iron out of a drawer and walks over to me and plugs it in.
"What the heck are you going to do with that thing?" I ask, giving him a dirty look, still pulling at the ropes and gritting my teeth. He ignores me and waits a few minutes, then grabs the iron and puts the hot ends over my fingers. I whine as it burns my hands and makes a slight sizzling sound, my skin is burning. I whine and try to pull my hand away but he closed the tongs tight over my fingers. I cry out, telling him to stop. He moves the straightening iron away and my hands were very burned and bleeding.
"That's enough for today, maybe." He said. He walks over to a corpse next to the door.
"Killed this guy a day ago, soon it'll be you" He sneers, lifting it up by the neck, then throws it across the room like it was nothing important, he tossed it with ease, almost like the corpse was weightless. "Why don't you rest now, dear" he snickers, then leaves the room. I'm drowning in my own tears, my face soaked with tears. Making it hard for me to breathe with the burning sensation on my legs and my sore, irritated fingers. I have no one to hear me, help me, comfort me.I wish Claire were here, she would try to help me, heal me. Claire and Dad probably have no idea what is happening to me. I look over at the pictures, pictures of the people suffering, being killed, slowly dying in the worst ways possible. Soon, that could be me.