Beautifully Tragic

Chapter 22: Medicine - Kasper's P.O.V

I felt numb as I was held against him. How could I be so stupid?

Donovan took me to a large room with a single dissection table. I started to panic, fearing for the worst as he threw me down on it and started to strap me down.

"No, please! I-I'm so sorry, I didn't me-"

He slapped me as hard as he could, leaving my face stinging and red. Tears started to stream down my cheeks once more.

"Look, you're going to get punished for what you did. You broke my family and because you don't have any family, I thought breaking you would be acceptable."

Donovan said as he left the room, coming back with another table with a variety of dissecting instruments, a couple of beakers full of multicolored liquid and a few vials. He took a large syringe and filled it up with some purple liquid before turning towards me.

"I hope you sleep good, sweetheart. This should knock you out while I'm gone for work."

I let out a loud gasp as he stabbed the needle into my neck. Everything suddenly went black.

I woke up a few hours later in the dark room, still strapped to the table. I frantically struggled to get free, eventually freeing my arm and untying myself. I then looked around, still trying to grow accustomed to the darkness. I noticed a rectangular shape, so naturally I went over to it and searched for a door handle.

I let out a sigh of relief when the door opened. I didn't know what was on the other side of the door or if Donovan was out there, so I ran as fast as I could, looking around, praying to a God I don't believe in to help me out of here. I would never apologize for what I did, but I will apologize for all the people I've hurt, but none of that was important.

Walking as quietly as I can to the next corner, I carefully peaked around it to make sure nobody was there. I paled when I saw Donovan, walking through the door. I quickly turned and ran behind a large box, crouching down, trying to make myself as small as possible.

I watched him walk past me to the room where I was just held. I took the time to run as fast as I could to the staircase, almost tripping over my own feet. My heart stopped when I noticed the door was locked. No. It couldn't be.

"Are you looking to leave, baby?"

Donovan asked as I slowly turned to look at him, my back against the door, too scared to say anything.

"Really? You murdered how many people and you're scared of me?"

"I murdered them for a reason. I-"

Out of nowhere, Donovan slapped me hard enough to leave a large handprint.

"My father did nothing!"

"Your father was a rapist! He raped me and many other people!"

I knew as soon as those words left my mouth I was going to be in trouble, but what else could happen? He could kill me, he could torture me. I just didn't care anymore. Someway, somehow, I was going to get out of here whether he intended me to or not.