Insanity

Chapter 3 ~ Surgeon

The smell of cooking meat filled my lungs as I walked into the kitchen. Stood there was my mother, her curly auburn hair fell loosely halfway down her back. In her hand was a spatula which was occasionally flipping bacon in a large frying pan. "Honey, breakfast is ready!" She called out to my father, who instantly dashed into the room as my mom dished up the crispy bacon and ketchup sandwiches. After our meal I went up to my room and fell limply on my bed, staring up at the ceiling I slowly fell asleep.

Once again a musty smell filled the air, my eyes painfully fluttered open. Slowly I recognised the smell, burning flesh. Fuck. I wished I could've held onto that dream for a few more hours, I thought I'd finally escaped this hell. Sluggishly my vision came back to me, I was lying on a metalic surgeons table, held in by restraints on my ankles, wrists and around my neck I was forced to stare at the top of the room.

Tap tap tap.

Footsteps could be heard echoing around the alcove as another man in a doctors mask entered the room. I could hear him rustling around with what sounded like scalpels on a steel tray, my heart felt like it was about to burst out my chest. After a few minutes of preparation the man seemed to begin. Grabbing another monstorous needle he calmly said in a crude polish sounding accent, "this is going to help me operate, it will sedate you so you cannot move a muscle. But boss says you must feel everything, so this will hurt a lot" I started to thrash around and dodge as much as I could of the mad man's needle, but to no avail, he plunged it straight into my upper arms damaged skin. The fluid didn't burn like last time, but I was dreading the paralysis. At least he explained what the needle had in it this time...

After a few minutes my entire body felt like it weighed a thousand tonnes, I couldn't even move my eyes to look around, the worst thing was that I was staring directly down my torso, I'd now have to watch.

Between his forefinger and thumb the surgeon gently picked up a scalpel off of the metal tray. I felt my eyes widen with fear as he pressed the scalpel to my stomach's center. Blood oozed out of the deep incision, he methodically cut away at the fat and muscle in my lower chest areas. The wound split further open with every cut made. The pain was unbearable, inside I was screaming and flailing, at that moment in time I wanted to die even more than when they first started torturing me with their fucked up experiments. I just wanted my heart to stop there and then.

This horrific act continued for what seemed like forever. He had cut open my entire stomach and moved things around for a while, I thought it couldn't get worse. I was wrong.

Carefully he slid his hands into my open stomach, taking extra caution so not to disturb too much. He grabbed something from inside me and began to slice around it and release it from where it sat. Inching his way out he removed a fleshy purple coloured lump of flesh and blood. Then it hit me. He'd just taken my fucking liver out! I felt so sickened that I was scared I was about to choke on my own puke, sadly I didnt. He then placed a new item inside my body, some sort of metallic object that had beetle looking items welded to it.

As he stitched my stomach back up I felt every piercing of the needle, every tug of the bloodied thread and every knot tied into me. As the paralysis slowly wore off I felt my fingers start to tremble. Once the surgeon had finished sewing me up like I was a ragdoll he once again plunged a needle into my arm, "antidote for paralyse" he said in the familiar polish accent. As the liquid flowed around my body I began to regain control over my limbs. The restraints that bound me to the table where released as the masked man's henchmen dragged me away again, all I saw as I was hauled away from the area was a room, covered in my blood, with one lone operations table, and the mad surgeon. As my almost lifeless body left a trail of blood whilst being tugged along, my already dead mind was once again drifting into unconsciousness...