Poisoned Blood 2: Return Of The Surgeons

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I try to fall asleep again, but the pain and fear keeps me fully alert the entire time, anticipating the arrival of any other sadistic "doctors." I can't stand looking at the dead bodies and photos on the wall anymore, so I stare up at the ceiling. Then I notice something in the far upper corner of the room; a camera, pointed directly at me. Dr. Lana must be watching me, probably getting amusement from my torture! That stupid bitch! I sigh; it's not like I can do anything about it, so I just ignore it and keep my gaze on the blank ceiling. It's boring, but it's the only peaceful thing in this damn room, the only thing untouched by the blood of innocent people.
        I try to make an imaginary world appear in my mind, pretending the ceiling would open up to reveal the starry night sky, the beautiful moon shining down on me. Then the rest of the walls would crumble away, showing me a world of mercy and love, where no one would ever have to be brought to a place like this. Then the victims lying dead around me would sprout white angel wings from their backs, returning to their former happy selves and flying away into the universe. My mom would form in the stars, floating down to me from Heaven and freeing me from this place.
        Tears trickle down from the corners of my eyes as I think about her. I never realized how much I actually missed her. Even though I love Claire to death, she will never replace my real mother. I continue thinking of this fantasy world, my heart aching as it longs for Mom, letting myself get completely lost in these wonderful thoughts.
        "Hey brat, you alive?" Someone repetitively pats the side of my cheek, softly slapping it. I snap out of it, to be greeted by a man's face, inches from mine. I gazed into his blue eyes, wondering why he looked so familiar. He almost looked like an older version of my dad, "Remember me, kiddo?" He grinned, waiting for my response.
        "Uncle Aaron?!" I gasped, finally recognizing him, "W-what... why?!?! I thought you were in prison!" I stammered, anger rapidly rising in my heart.
        "Heh, I've always hated you. You've been my least favorite family member from the start!" He chuckled, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, "Now I get to do all the things I've ever wanted to do to you. Here, I go by 'Dr. Flame.' Kinda cheesy, yes, but matches me perfectly with what I do." I stared at him, the color draining from my face. He was going to burn me...
        "No please! Anything but that!" I wriggled in my restraints, begging with my eyes, "How could you do that to your own niece?! I'm your damn family!"
        "Meh, so what?" He shrugs, leaning against the table, taking a few puffs from his cigarette. He then turned, and stuck the lit end right on the back of my hand. He smiled as he watched the skin sizzle and bubble up. I screamed at the top of my lungs, "That ain't nothin' compared to what other stuff I, and the others, will do to you, sweetheart." He snickered, putting the cigarette back in his lips and pulling up a chair next to my table, examining what the other doctors had done so far, "Not bad." He remarked after a while, laughing like it was some joke. After that, he left, flicking his cigarette on the floor next to a dead man. I sobbed for hours, wondering how long they planned to keep me here.