Poisoned Blood 2: Return Of The Surgeons

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My body twitches and vibrates, even if I lay as still as I can. I can still feel those damn electrical currents coursing through my veins, frying me half to death. I don't know how those jumper cables didn't kill me; it was some of the worst pain I had ever felt. I glance down at my fingers where Dr. Storm attached them to me; the fingertips are black and green, completely toasted. I can't even feel them hardly and my veins are dark, my skin ashen and bruised. All the healthy color has faded from my body, already making me look like one of the fresh corpses on the floor. By now, I wish I was dead like them too. I've been betrayed by my best friend, my uncle, the police... my mother was dead, I've killed an innocent man, and now being tortured in a room by doctors who represent my worst phobias. Death just seems so much more happier and welcoming than life itself now. I was just about to start sobbing again when the door opens, very softly.
        "Hello? Carnee?" A voice sweet and calm as honey whispers. I watch as a tall thin woman walks into the room, gently closing the door behind her. She looks to me and smiles kindly, but it immediately fades when she sees me, "Oh honey, you look awful!" She scurries over to me in her red heels, dabbing a washcloth around my forehead.
        "Yeah, maybe cause every single person in this hellhole is destroying me." I snap, glaring up at her. I move my head away from her washcloth, wondering why she even cared about me in the first place, "Now, tell me who you are and why you're helping me."
        "I am the one and only Nurse Belle, which is French for fair and lovely." She gives me another dazzling smile with perfect white teeth framed in soft pink lips. She tosses her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder and strikes a little pose. I had to admit; she was very pretty, with her tidy white nurse outfit and perfect hourglass figure. She was untainted by blood or any sign that she was just another sadistic monster like the others.
        "Oh...," I said, surprised at how nice she actually seemed. But that didn't make me trust her, "So what's your specialty? What are you gonna do to me?"
        "Oh I won't do anything like what the others did to you. I'm only their assistant; just a nurse, while they're the real docs." She began to get out more washcloths and clean bandages, "I'm just here to 'pretty' you up after they play around with you, so you don't die of infection and whatnot. Plus, I just don't like that bloody filth from the victims all over me." She pulls up a chair next to my table, starting at my legs. Very carefully and precisely, she began to clean each wound and dress them in the bandages, having to stitch some of them up once in a while, "Boy, you are one tough chica to be able to stand what they've done to you."
        "Won't you help me out of here?" She kind of reminded me of Claire, but she was taking my situation way too lightly, "Please, I can't take this much longer."
        "Sorry sweetheart." She grinned mockingly, "It's not my job to set you free. Even if it were up to me, I still wouldn't let you go. You're just too fun to watch! When they're done with you, you're gonna be left severely disfigured, babygirl. But that's when I get to do my work on you!" Her eyes lit up with excitement, "I happen to used to be a cosmetic surgeon, so after you get all ugly, I get to make you into a pretty doll again! Isn't that wonderful, princess?"
        "No!" I screamed, "Please don't let them do that, I'm begging you! I don't wanna be your barbie doll!"
        "Too bad," she began to work on my abdomen, "I will make you stunning again! Much prettier than you are now!" She laughed with glee, paying no attention to my pleas.