Poisoned Blood 2: Return Of The Surgeons

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I'm still uncontrollably laughing at this damn gas in my system, as doctor Happy is tickling me, her nails are so long that she shoves her nails into me and actually splits open my skin, making me bleed.  Shes ticking and cutting open my side with her messed up nails. I'm screaming and laughing and crying and cannot stop. This is torture. It is not fun to uncontrollably laugh and cry at the same time. Then she does a really creepy, messed up laugh like shes a killer clown. I freak out and scream more, but her laugh is so loud that her crazy laugh is louder than my screams and noise just fills the room.  She looks at her fingers and sneers. My blood still dripping off her fingertips. She just giggles and wipes the blood from her fingertips onto her face, and sneers. The feathers are hurting me more than tickling me.
"Why are you doing this?!" I yell in anger and fear. She just laughs and tickles me some more.
"Get these, hahaha! Damn feathers, haha! Outta me!" I scream.
"Smile!!" She laughs, and puts two fingers in the corners of my mouth, opening my mouth so wide that my skin starts ripping open and bleeding. I growl and shake my head, trying to get her to leave me alone, but she just rips open my mouth wider. I cry as shes still pulling my mouth open further. I scream as she pulls my mouth open so wide it hurts my jaw. She holds my mouth open with her fingers and grabs hooks and stabs them to the inside of my mouth to hold my mouth open. The insides of my cheeks start to bleed and the blood trickles into my throat, making me cough and sputter. I can't scream, I can't breathe very well, my mouth is forced open and bleeding, all I can do is cry.
"Now you can be happy and smiling forever!!" She muses. I groan and she smiles and does a little pose then she leaves the room. That woman is just freaking crazy. She's freaking insane! Why are they torturing me like this? I'm so young, sensitive and fragile. I'm afraid and in so much pain. That seems to mean nothing to them.
   I lay there, with cuts in my mouth, on my legs, sides, with my mouth forced open. My mouth bleeds, the blood running down the sides of my face, it's painful. I'm really scared. I start to cry and then there was tears also running down my face. What kind of evil surgeon is next? I don't even wanna know. My eyes are starting to burn with the amount of tears that are streaming from my eyes. I try to blink them away but my eyes just keep on crying. Feathers are still sticking out of me, and my throat is getting dry by my mouth open so wide. I struggle in the ropes, trying to pull my hands through, but it's no use. I can't get out. I blink hard as the tears run from my eyes. I choke as my throat gets dry and scratchy, I can hardly breathe. Why is this happening to me? I don't deserve this. The stench of that one corpse is still wafting around in the room. My nose stings and my mouth is dry. Why don't they remove the disgusting decomposing bodies at least? Maybe its a warning to their victims that death will come and there's no way of getting out of here alive. Ugh. I try to close my mouth, but the hooks dig deeper, cutting into my cheeks and the cuts bleeding into my mouth some more. I whimper as more tears flow from my eyes. I hear another person coming. I fill with fear, my shoulders get tense and I start to shake. The door opens...
"Police! Anyone in here?" They yell out. I struggle out a scream, the hooks tearing into my mouth more, blood starting to trickle down my throat, making it even harder to breathe. I hit my feet against the table, trying to make noise so the officer would hear me.
"Haha! Just kidding!" The man said and threw a costume cop hat on the floor. "I though you would like some company" He snickers.
"Nuh-uh!" I force out.
"I'm the known, doctor Saw" he says proudly. He was tall, slim, but muscular. Very muscular. He had dark brown hair gelled back, brown eyes, caucasian skin and a shiny, creepy, mysterious smile. He was actually a good-looking man, but very sinister and dark.
"I like to cut people open with saws. Seems obvious by my name. I love making people bleed." he explains, his voice rough, low and evil. I cry out as he takes a surgical saw out of his navy blue scrubs. He was already covered in blood like he already slaughtered some other victim earlier.
"Lets move these stupid feathers and hooks, shall we?" he smiles and pulls out the feathers, making the wounds bleed and forcefully pulls the hooks out of my mouth, tearing through my lips and cheeks. I scream as the sides of my mouth bleed, blood flowing from my cheeks and into my mouth and also down my neck. I pull at the ropes, trying to remove my hands. It doesn't work. I cough trying to get the blood out of my throat, as its pouring out onto my cheeks and in my mouth. The taste was gross and metallic.
"I never really understood doctor Happy. She's out of her mind. Hehe, but at least I won't make you laugh or smile" he said grinning. He turns on the saw and I freak out by the high-pitched noise as he brought the saw close to my skin.
"No! Don't do this!" I scream, still coughing the blood out of my mouth. He bring the saw close to my neck,
"No!" I scream in complete terror. He laughs and moves the saw away then brings it towards my arms cuts  deeply into my arms, then my legs and feet. I scream loud, blood spraying everywhere as it drips from the saw and my wounds.
"Shut up you little brat! You don't want to damage your stupid vocal cords" He threatens.
"Screw you!" I yell. Now everywhere hurts, my arms, face, belly, legs, and feet. He notices the stain of blood on my shirt from my abdomen bleeding.
"We don't want you to die just yet!" He beams, and lifts my shirt observing the wound and then puts a bloody cloth against my belly, putting pressure on the wound, making it hurt even more, till the bleeding slows down a bit.
"I'm gonna get an infection with you using a previously used cloth you jerk!" I scream and squirm still trying to get the straps loose.
"Oh, there's worse you gotta worry about sweetheart" he snickers, brushing his hand across my forehead.
"I'm going to bleed to death" I whimper, pulling the ropes on my wrists, looking at my wounds on my arms and whimpering like a little kid.
"No you're not. Are you the surgeon here? No. I am. I promise, you're not gonna die yet, darling" he scoffs, patting my shoulder and leaving the room. I whimper and squirm around.
Now I'm alone again, bleeding and hurting and crying. Alone except for the rotting bodies and creepy pictures on the wall, as I'm laying in a puddle of my own blood.