This may hurt, alot

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I opened my mouth as I saw doctor talking to a man with a big grin on her face. Last time she had that grin I got glass in a cut on my arm. I felt the pain in my scar on my arm, it hurt so much that I could feel tears threaten to fall. The men in front of me noticed, both looking upset or worried. Why would they be worried for me? Who are they?
The two attracting men looked at each other with a final angry stare before parting ways. I watched the blond man walk as I felt a hand on my shoulder. Great, the man doctor was speaking to, this should be nice.

~time skip~

The man took me to a room, doctor explained that he was just going to look at what they had done in solitude. I knew they were lying but there's no point in trying to get away. I followed this man. I didn't even look at him. He looked gental at least, like,he couldn't harm a fly so maybe it won't be painful. Maybe he would take me from this place. Maybe he cared. He sat me down and looked at my face. I had forgotten I was wearing an eye patch over my infected eye. I had grown used to being partially blind. He took it off carefully and looked at it
"Quite the infection, huh?"
He smiled and looked even closer, his old face looking like grayed leather. I smiled a little and nodded as i darted my eyes to the floor. He may seem sweet but he was extremely creepy.
"You know, I know a way to make it less painful."
I quickly looked at him with inviting eyes.
"How sir?"
He put a hand on my cheek and held my face as he smiled to show his teeth. They looked stained, stained with red. Two teeth were extremely pointed, almost like they could pierce skin. They gleamed in the light as I stared at them. What is this man? Who has teeth like that? What dentist does that type of work?
I felt his finger come to my lips as the other stroked my hair softly
"Shh shh sweet child, it will be okay. But I must warn you," he got closer to my neck as he gripped my hair "this may hurt. Alot" suddenly I felt him bite into my neck. I screamed as loud as I could. Someone had to hear me. Someone. Markus had to be wondering where I was, worried about me. The room started to darken as my screams slowly died. I felt so weak, tired.
Then suddenly there was darkness and bitter sweet silence.

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