The Doctor

Chapter 6

"So, you are Albina Ratownik?" he asked with a familiar accent "A 14-year-old female born on July 2nd 1993?"

"Yes" the girl answered.

".....Good to know" he said in an uninterested voice as he put his clipboard down on a table next to a hospital-like bed. He stridden towards his prisoner to pick up the lock that was beneath her feet and walked away with his arms folded up behind his back. Smok took the metal chain that was hanging on the door handle, shut the doors and slithered the chain through both door handles finally locking them with a soft click!

"Who are you people and what do you want from me?!" shouted the prisoner "Another thing, what is this dump?!"

"Why should I bother to answer your question...?" he slowly responded, with his face still staring at the doors "...when so many people have asked the same question over and over again? Besides, we don't like to repeat ourselves. All of you patients here are in grave danger and you're all going to die here anyway."

Smok turned around and sped-walked to is "patient". When he finally came to a stop, he pulled out a shiny, silver key from his pocket and unlocked both handcuffs that were restraining Albina to the pole. The girl swiftly dropped down to her hands and knees ; she had not one ounce of physical strength left.

"Get up." Smok commanded.

"I...I can't.." Albina replied weakly. "I am so worn out..."

"Get up."

" I really, seriously, can't"

"Get up!"

"Please..."

"GET THE HELL UP!" he shouted. This time the girl didn't respond or even move. Smok had a short fuse so instead of screaming, he gave her a hard kick to the shoulders. When the prisoner didn't react, he gave her hard clouts to her upper body. As punches rained down on the teenager, he anger was rising to the temperature of a boiling point; she had gone through a lot in one night. How many more persecutions must Albina endure in life? This was the straw that broke the camel's back. Albina took a herculean effort to raise herself just enough to look at the monster in the face.

"Listen, I have had enough. Do you have any idea what I have been going through life? I have through so much emotional and verbal attacks; sometimes physical attacks at school and I have enough. I am extremely exhausted right now because of what I have been through one night: I have been yelled at by my father, drugged by my sister and thrown down a rocky hill. I also have been chased by maniacs, nearly died from falling off a tree, been beaten up and stood for a freaking hour between those two poles! Leave me alone! What more hardships does the world want me to suffer?"

Smok kneeled down on one leg and lifted her chin with one finger so that she couldn't break eye contact. Those piercing green eyes were so observing that they seemed to stare into her soul.

"Do you really think.....that I give a damn?" he asked cynically. He then gave a sinister smile showing pale yellow teeth; all of his teeth were straight except for two colossal, crooked canine teeth; his teeth looked so sharp that Albina was afraid that this man was going to bite her scared face off. Of course, that wicked smile was a perfect companion to those frightening, serpent eyes. The girl's heart was beating non-stop not because she thought that he was one of those attractive Hollywood villains but because she had no idea what he was going to do to her. The teenager imagined him sinking his half-thumb-sized canine teeth into her cheek and her skin and nerves feeling the pain as he slowly ripped part of her face off. In this fantasy, she was screaming as he mercilessly chewed at her face; after he finished, his foul breath was stinging her torn nerves and a third of her face was displaying meaty muscles.

"Life is terrible, isn't it?" Smok questioned in a sweet tone but with a faint trace of poison. "This is what happens to those who disrespect me". He licked his lips and his canine teeth as if adding venom to them; suddenly, instead of his teeth reaching to her face, two of his fingers reached for it and pulled it out in half a minute. The top of the tooth was a tiny glass container that held a clear liquid and Albina swore that she saw something shiny at the bottom tip of the tooth. He then inserted the tip of the tooth to the top of her cheek, a blade sunk into her flesh and it was rapidly going up and down. The monster was slashing the vibrating fang down her cheek to her lips to the far left of her jaw for a long four minutes. As Smok was cutting her face, she noticed that there was a look on his face, not of anger or boredom but pleasure! He looked like a young toddler enjoying a bowl of ice cream sundae! As soon as he was done, Kinga's eyes were red, tears were still rolling down her cheeks and dark red blood was bleeding out of her glowing scar. Smok pulled out a black digital camera and took a picture of Albina, then put the camera away.

"Remember this scar," he spoke slowly and grimly "this will serve you as a reminder that I am not to be taken lightly and your life has been changed for eternity."

The man put his oversized, mechanical tooth back into his gums and pointed a finger to a small bed with railings.

"Go sit on the bed" he commanded "unless you want me to handcuff you to the poles again for another hour." This time, the patient knew that she had to get up – this man was merciless. With much difficulty, she slowly lifted herself until she was crouching; it took her much longer to stand up straight and walk toward the bed. The bed was soiled with dried, crispy blood and yellow pus but it didn't affect the "patient" since she was already dirty from so much ordeals. As she looked up, the doctor was swiftly pulling medical equipment toward the bed; probably for some medical examinations. As the electronic equipment came to life, the doctor took the clipboard and pulled a pen for his pocket.

"You will do exactly what I tell you to do," he said without looking up from the clipboard "No protest, no kicking, no rubbish about lawsuits – absolutely nothing. Is that understood?"

Albina slowly nodded without hesitation.

"Good" he slowly said. As Albina sat there, Smok ran examinations – he took her blood type, her DNA and samples of her chromosomes. He took an X-ray of her skeleton, ran some blood tests and looked into every detail of her physical being; also, he asked her a series of questions such as when she made her last organ or blood donation (Albina claimed that she never did any donations). Some other things that the doctor did were testing her vision, mental ability and physical; the list of examinations was endless and they took four and a half hours.

After many examinations and scratching of pens on clipboards, Albina was drowsy so she laid her head on the threadbare pillow and watched the doctor exit the room. It has been a long night and she was so tired that she never wanted to leave this bed – let alone a filthy one. But she was scared – who knows what tomorrow might bring? She prayed a silent prayer for a brighter tomorrow but with slurred thoughts. As Albina was closing her prayer, her hands were dropping and her eyes were closing....

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