Poisoned Blood 2: Return Of The Surgeons

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Eventually, she finishes cleaning my wounds till they're pristine again, and kisses my forehead before leaving, her tall heels tapping happily down the hall. I wiggle around a bit, the pain from my body eased a bit. I try to loosen the ropes again, but they're still way too tight. Then I hear heavy steps coming down the hall.
        I pull at the ropes with all my strength. Surprisingly, I get them to slip halfway down my hand, but they stop there. I feel a burning sensation suddenly; I glance down and see the skin has shredded down from my wrists to my hands. For some reason, it barely hurt me. I could hardly feel anything in my hands!
        "Hey kiddo!" Uncle Aaron's voice shouts cheerfully. He walks in with his arm slung over Dr. Saw's shoulder, who is laughing about some joke Aaron had probably told him. He playfully pushes my uncle off him, sending him stumbling over a pile of bodies leaning on the wall.
        "Get outta here, you drunk bastard!" He snickers, watch him desperately trying to keep his balance. He pulls up a chair next to me, lifting my shirt to inspect Nurse Belle's work, "Huh, she did a pretty good job on you! All the wounds are clean and sewed up! That means we get tooooooooo..." He glances over at Aaron, smirking like an idiot.
        "Make new boo-boos on the wittle twit!" Aaron yells with glee, slamming a whiskey bottle against the wall across the room, shattering it to pieces. He grabs another chair, pulling it next to Dr. Saw's, "Hey Carnee, ya dumb bitch, guess what?! I ain't gunna burn you with just cigarettes this time, hehe! I got a new toy!" He grins, holding up a large butane torch.
        "Yeah and I got this baby!" Dr. Saw pats a Sabre saw laying on the table next to me, hidden under a bloodied towel, "We're gunna have some fun with you, today." They both laugh, like I was just another joke to them, not a fragile human life.
        "I hope you both burn in hell!" I hiss, trying to conceal my disbelief that I had to deal with two of these horrible doctors, instead of just one at a time.
        "You soon will be, kid." Aaron smirked as he turned on the torch, a deathly blue flame shooting out. He brought it to my wrists, the heat immediately melting away my already shredded skin, "Woah hey, Saw, look at this. She tried to get out again!" He turned off the torch, and punched me right in the stomach, making me cough up blood. My stomach started to hurt and I could feel a rough bruise start to form on my abdomen. I knew that whenever he drank, he would get bipolar, "You little bitch, don't you DARE try to get out again!" He brought the torch to my hair, frying it all off. The room reeked of a burnt hair stench and my now smoking scalp.
        "Hmm, you didn't have much of a reaction when he burned your wrists." Dr. Saw untied one of my hands, carefully examining it in his gloved hand. He tapped each fingertip softly, "Do you feel that?" I shook my head no, also wondering why my hands were so numb. Probably because Dr. Storm had shocked them so much, frying away the nerves.
        "How 'bout this?" He grabbed a big pair of metal pliers and yanked out my thumb nail. I flinched, but still didn't feel any pain. Dr. Saw took note of this, and grabbed his Sabre saw, "Well if your hands are permanently numbed, then I guess you won't be needing them." He smiled and turned the freakish saw on, bringing it to my wrists. The toothed blade ground straight through my tendons and bone, which I did feel.
        "STOP!" I never screamed so loud in my entire existence, "PLEASE NO!" Soon, both my hands were gone, burnt and tossed on the floor. I sobbed relentlessly, even when they yelled at me to shut up. Through the noisy chaos, I could hear heavy rain pouring down in buckets on the roof above me, flowing hard just like my tears.
        Soon, I couldn't even see anymore, my eyes burning and the tears blurring everything. I heard the saw turn back on and be brought to my ankles. I focused on the sound of the thunder and rain weeping above me, too traumatized to even feel the pain of my feet being cut off.