Poisoned Blood 2: Return Of The Surgeons

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I can't believe that Uncle Aaron is out of jail and is here to torture me... I've always hated him. I try to imagine myself still, where everything becomes peaceful. But the pain keeps those thoughts away and I think about my pain. I'm scared, bored, and alone. I close my eyes, trying to avoid the sight of the photographs and the corpses, and the stench of the dead bodies. I hear someone open the door and I open my eyes immediately. Doctor Lana walks in, with a teenage girl behind her. It's it's... Heather. My best friend that I went to the carnival with. I haven't seen her since. I stare at her.
"Heather..." I say quietly.
"Hello Carnee. It's been a while. You look terrible" She says with an evil grin.
"W-what are you doing here?" I whisper.
"Well, I have a confession  to make" she says and steps up in front of doctor Lana and smiles.
"Doctor Lana is my mom. And I'm here at the hospital to assist her!" She said beaming. Doctor Lana puts her hand on Heather's shoulder and smiles.
"Why" I whisper and look away, but my head was turned towards the dead girl, so I look straight at the ceiling.
"Alright Carnee? Had enough? Well we aren't finished yet. Buuuut I guess we can let you rest tonight. Make it worth it" She says.
"Why the hell is Aaron here?" I threaten, pulling at the ropes.
"We thought he would be one of our best doctors, even if he doesn't have any education," she said laughing.
Heather puts a needle into my arm and I fall asleep quickly.
I wake up. I still have the ropes tied around my wrists and ankles. Dammit. I was almost  thinking it was just a horrible nightmare. The corpses smell even worse now and I still have blood splattered and stained all over me. I look around at my wounds on my arms and legs. They aren't healing at all and have dried blood stuck all over.  I groan in pain. I wish this would I stop. I'm bored and starving. I actually have hunger pains.  Doctor Smoke walks in the room. Great. What is he gonna do now.
"I brought you a steamy bowl of soup" He says. He takes a package from his pocket and opens it. Just a wet wipe. He cleans off the blood off of my mouth. He throws the napkin on the floor without a care. This stupid room is filthy. And not just the bodies. There's blood and garbage everywhere. He takes a spoonful and puts it in front of my face. I weakly move my head closer and sip form the spoon. He gives me a few more spoonfuls but my mouth hurts and I reject the rest, he dumps the rest of the hot soup all over my face, I whine and squirm in the restraints again.
"You stupid idiot!" I yell. He laughs and leaves the room. I shift trying to get in a better position. But there's nothing I can do to get a bit more comfortable. I lay there awhile. A new surgeon walks in, I try to look closer at her in the still dimmed light.
"I'm doctor Storm" she says , almost stuttering. She was tall, skinny like a pin, tanned skin, and really weird hair like it was tinged and fried like shes been electrocuted.
"What is your damn specialty?" I growl.
"I like electrocuting things, especially people, like you," she said. She lifts up a box onto a table next to me, then puts jumper cables on my finger tips.
"NO!!!" I scream.
"Yup" She snickers.
"I'm only human. I don't deserve this. Please don't do this to me!" I plead.
"Hehe. I ain't listenin' to you, girl. Time to have some fun!" She smiles wide with enthusiasm.
"No, no no! Please, I'm begging you please don't!" I scream and cry. She pushes the on button and she electrocutes me. I scream and I have a rapid heartbeat and my breathe is quick and deep. She laughs. My hair is burnt and knotted and slightly fried. I twitch and feel a vibrating sensation inside of me. I can't lay still and my heart still beats fast in my chest.
"You look fine to me! I think I'll just go dance in the rain!" She says happily.
"What are you, schizophrenic?" I say confused, my voice quiet and terribly shaky.
"Nope!" She says crazily and leaves the room. I look up at the video camera at the corner of the room, my head twitching. I get really raged all of a sudden.
"Why the hell are you doing this? Let me go!" I scream and struggle on the straps on my ankles and wrists. One of the ropes come loose on my wrist and I get it free. I stretch over and get my other wrist free. I hear someone coming and I lay back down and put my wrists through the loose ropes to pretend I'm still stuck there. Uncle Aaron walks in slowly and suspiciously, and lights a cigarette.  
"You still belong in jail!" I yell at him and he grins. He puffs his smoke and holds his smoke in his fingers next to his head.
"Yeah well Doctor Lana bailed me out" he said casually, he grins even wider. He smokes a little more and pushes the lit end against my side and I scream and try to wiggle away, trying to get away from the smoke burning my skin.
"I hate you!" I scream at him.
"I know, I hate you too, kid" he says casually.
"Get away from me!" I yell. He laughs and looks at me.
"Ha, no, I'm not finished" He laughs and puts his lit cigarette against me again. I scream and grab his cig from his hand, throw it on the floor and punch him in the face. He grabs my hands and holds me down. I fight to get out of his grip, but he throws me down against the table. I struggle and try to get away, but he holds me down. He ties the ropes tight around my wrists again. Great. So much for having my hands free. I regret that now, why am I so dumb? That was my only chance for escape.
"Just leave me alone!" I scream.
"Well, I was gonna, till you punched me in the face, I'm probably gonna get a black eye. Now you get a black eye" He said and punches me three times as I yelp on each hit. He slaps me once more and leaves the room. So here I am, stuck on this table, with my eye starting to bruise and swell, and again I'm alone with only the photographs on the wall and the corpses mocking me.