Hell's Asylum

Doc

     I sat on the cushioned white floor leaning against the cushioned white wall listening to the same thing on repeat "Pain, more and more pain" My hands were numb and tingly. They lost circulation a while ago. I've been here for who knows how long, I feel like going mad just being here. No wonder no ever leaves an asylum. I saw the bulky man go past several times. He even stopped and looked at me for a while, he scares me. I hate to admit that anything scares, but he does. His body is larger than it should be, his skin is mangled and covered in dry blood, his face looks to be cut almost in half from the mouth on. He has big clunky boots held on with chains so I can hear when he walks. His shorts are cut and slashed but still covers most of his legs. He has been staring at me for a long time now. I don't know if he will leave, I've been crying for most of the time too. My eyes are red and irritated, I can't cry another tear. The big guy finally walked away, only for the door to open up and a wheelchair was the first to enter. The wheelchair being pushed by the man who I met first. The large guy stood in the doorway. I stood up and stayed pressed in the corner as the first man approached me "It's okay Summer, I'm just going to take that jacket off and we are going to go for a little walk." He held out a hand to grab a clip, my eyes were stuck on the big guy in the doorway. The pressure on my hands and chest were relieved. The first man grabbed my arm and tried to pull me to the wheelchair but I twisted out of his grip and pressed myself against the wall not once moving my eyes from the doorway. The first man followed my gaze. "Jax, beat it" he said. The doorway was cleared out, Jax's chains clinking as he left. 

     I visibly relaxed. The man eased me into the chair and strapped me in. I didn't fight this time, for Celeste's sake. I sat quietly, hair in my face and head down the whole walk. "I'm sorry if Jax scared you. He was a patient once too, he was exposed to stage four hormones. Something went wrong and Doc had to stop him, that's one reason for the chains, to slow him down. But don't worry, he won't hurt someone as beautiful as you" He gently caressed my cheek. I only looked up when we got into the elevator, we went all the way up to the top floor. No way I was going to get to Celeste and get out from up here. When the elevator shuttered to a stop I saw Celeste's face in the door across of us. She saw me and perked up, I was in utter shock. He was most certainly not bluffing when he said he had Celeste. She banged on the door, looked behind then suddenly stopped and had a look of horror on her face. The man must be using me against her, playing us at odds. I have to get her out of here, and soon. He wheeled me to the right and down a long hall with dim lights and gurneys all over. I didn't see anyone in the windows, I did see blood though. Lots of blood, smeared on the floor in the hall, on the windows, walls everywhere. He pushed me into the last door at the very end of the door. There was a single window with bars on it, it was dark and raining. There were sinks, urinals and a table in the middle of the room with straps. The sinks and urinals had bloody tools in them, blood stained the floor and walls. I felt a strong urge to fight, and run. But I knew Celeste would be hurt, or killed if I did. I stayed silent, my face stuck in pure horror. I heard steps and soon a face was in my view. The man was mostly bald, very little hair on the sides of his head, long hairs though and white. He was entirely drained of blood, he looked skin and bone, I could count his ribs. His eyes were the worst, pure white, it felt as if they peered deep into my soul.

     "Hello Summer" He said in a wispy voice. "I am Doc. I will be in charge of your surgery today" He laughed manically. The first man bent so his face was next to mine and quietly said "Doc was a patient as well, drained of blood and left to die. He lived and went mad, worse than before. He is now obsessed with his research." His face was gone again. "Very true Mitchell" Doc smiled creepily at me, "And I do so dearly need a voice box and tongue" He laughed again. I began to panic and struggled against my leather chains. "Oh dear" Doc stopped laughing. "It appears I have scared her, I always scare my patients. Then they try to escape." Doc made a face, almost sad I think. His face is so mutilated it's hard to tell. "Don't worry Doc, she wont't, for the sake of someone else." I looked back at Mitchell the best I could, he was smiling. He was happy to see me squirm, both physically and mentally. Doc looked puzzled, "You mean that blue haired girl down the hall?" He asked as he went to the sink and picked through tools. "Yes, miss Wood." He said. "Damn shame I don't get to play with that one." I felt a spark of anger, sadly I couldn't act upon it. "Well, if this one screws up then you'll get your chance." I heard Doc mumbling something but I couldn't make it out. "Just get her on the table. Make sure she is strapped down tight too." I heard more metal clinking. "You heard him, on the table. Please don't be fussy." Mitchell unstrapped me and motioned to the table. 

     Hesitantly I got up on the table and allowed myself to be strapped down. The straps were tighter than they were on the wheelchair. My wrists and ankles hurt, he added more straps, one over my waist, one over my boobs, one on my forehead.I heard footsteps and a door close. I assume Mitchell left. I heard squeaky wheels and bare feet on the tile floor. Doc's face appeared above me. "Okay, so slight problem. I'm all out of numbing stuff and there's no way to knock you out without messing up your face. Soooo this will be incredibly painful. Try not to scream." My eyes widened as I heard metal clinks and felt his cold hands on my neck. I didn't get a warning, a knife plunged into my throat severing something inside, most likely my voice box because when I opened my mouth nothing came out. Tears streamed down my face, I couldn't pass out. I wanted to so bad, to get away from the pain. I couldn't, I tried but nothing happened. "There we go, a nice voice box." I felt a needle in each side of the wound until it was all the way to the top. I felt the blood dribbling down the side of my neck and onto my hair, my throat was pulled tight. It hurt, it hurt so bad. I felt like I was going to die, but no such luck. I heard more metal behind the sound of a loud ringing. Next he reached into my mouth, gagging me. He pulled my tongue out as far as it would go and snipped it right off. I cried and cried. "There, all done for today." Is all I heard before I finally passed out. In my head all I saw was red. Crimson red. Blood. Everywhere.