The Human Centipede

Chpt. 8

I cover my mouth so I don't draw attention towards myself, my eyesight begins to become blurry as tears build up. I stumble backwards as I continue looking at the most horrific sight someone could see. 3 people lined up in a line on their knees completely naked with their mouths sewed to each others butts, I let out a series of small whimpers and continue to stumble backwards until I hit the stretcher with my back. The person in the front, who was a lady, turned her head in my direction and a eerie grin formed upon her face.

As I'm standing there still in complete shock the girl in the front started to laugh, and it's not the normal laugh you would hear, it was the laugh as you would hear from an evil person. Still standing in the same position I gather the courage to ask her some things.

"Wh-what is going on here? Why is this happening?" I ask as I point towards the line of people, she shifts position which makes the other people to shift a bit. Instead of answering me back, she starts to laugh again. As she laughs my skin crawls and goosebumps begin to appear on my arms.

"I didn't choose this." She turned her head so that she was facing forward "None of us did." She sounded like heavyhearted, I mean who wouldn't you are connected at the mouth to someone's ass. It must have a horrible pain that they each have felt, if they ever get out of here and got detached from each other, will they ever be mental healthy? Will they ever be able to recover from such a traumatic experience? It would be a miracle if they could recover from something such as this.

"Why are you here?" I ask softly as I turn my gaze to the ground. I flicker my attention from the ground to her repeatedly, her face showed an expression showing that she is thinking hard, she slowly shook her head in.

"I don't remember, the man who didn't tell us his name gave us these drugs that make our memory weak. I don't even remember my own name."

"I am so sorry to hear that, I wish I could help you in a way." I look over at the line and turn my head back to its previous spot.

"I know a way. Get out of here. Get out and run the authorities and rat this cruel man out. He'll be caught and put away hopefully for life." I thought about what she just told me, it sounds like a good plan but the one thing i'm not to sure about is getting out of here. I'll try, I'll try for her and the other 2 who have been looking at me the whole time.

"I'll do my best for you guys." I look at all three of them and I feel so bad for them. I turn my attention to the front girl and I take in what qualities this girl has. Her face automatically tells me that she is extremely exhausted, her hair is all greasy and matted, looks like she hasn't had a good shower in quite a long time, her face is thinned out showing that she hasn't been feed a good amount of food or maybe no food at all.

She nods and stands still, I move around the stretcher and I peak through the curtain to make sure that the area is clear. I walk through the curtain and scope out the area, my bag is still where he dropped it. I gather my bag and rummage through it to make sure I had all of my belongings, seeing that I have everything I put my bag on my shoulder. As I'm about to head up the stairs something caught my eye. It seemed to be a cross-section, I then realized that it was plan for the line of the 3 people, on the bottom of the paper it was labeled "The Human Centipede".

I shutter at the name, I turn my focus on getting up the stairs, I lightly take a few steps. Slowly I start to climb the stairs with the feet of a mouse. As I'm about to turn the knob of the door I hear footsteps pass the door, I stop what i'm about to do. My palms begin to become sweaty and my heart race speeds up. And then I hear something that I dread to hear; the door knob begins to be turned.

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I re-wrote this chapter in a major way. The original chapter was a completely different and wasn't very good. I'm starting to enjoy writing more, I feel like the spark has been ignited but only a small flame was born. In the older chapters I felt like I was rushing it but i'm not sure, last chapter was definitely rushed but I wrote that really quickly, but that's not really and excuse.

I'm also sorry that the chapters are shorter than when I started out- when I started this book I could write a 1.5k word long chapter in with in the hour but now I'm having a harder time. Thank you to who ever is reading this for being so patient, I hope you are still enjoying the book

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