The Human Centipede

Chpt. 7

My eyes flickering open, the bright lights blind me from being passed out. I try to reach for my face but my hands are restrained to the bed, I look down at my hands and notice they are held down with a velcro strap. I look up at the ceiling composing myself in order to keep my self calm and not to over think any possibilities of what might happen.

As I do an exercise of deep breathing I hear footsteps wander their way down the stairs, and I lose all calm and begin to panic. Sweat begins to trickle down my face and my palms begin to get all sweaty, the footsteps reach the bottom and begin to walk in my direction. His body emerges from the curtain that I am behind, I notice that he has my bag looped around his arm, my mind begins racing. He read it. He knows that I'm onto him. This is not going to end well.

"Well it appear that you, Deanna, know more about me than I thought." I reached for the bag and grabs my notepad and flips through my notes. He mumbles off some off the thing I've noticed and written down "disturbance from next door." "Bloody sheets"

I begin to take in small, sharp breaths and my chest begins fill with pain. He moves closer to where I was lying down, he drops the bag on the ground. He unlocks the wheels on the stretch and moves me to another section of the floor. Passing by plain white walls, feeling as if time is going by to slow. In the unfamiliar room I see 3 empty stretchers with small splatters of blood. He puts my stretcher onto the far right, closest to a set of double doors.

"You'll wish you never got into this case." And with the he went back into the other section, I aggressively shake my hands in hopes of getting lose of the restraints.

After a while of wiggling my hands I loosen my right hand and get myself loose. I use my right hand and undo the left restraint, surprisingly my feet aren't held down. I sit up and get off the stretcher slowly and quietly, as I get up I hear footsteps make their way up the stairs. With that I open the set of double door and I am completely horrified with what I am faced with...

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Okay so during English class I got the urge to write even though that class was like 8 hours ago, I felt like I could write this chapter. I have 2 other chapter that will I post soon.

And sorry if it's short I'm writing this at 9:30 and I'm REALLY tired.

-Abby