The gut-wrenching pain in my side woke me from my sleep. I couldn't move from the restraints. What have I done? This all could have been avoided if I'd listened to that bastard Cliff. God the pain drove me mad. I could see white rags stained with my blood. Of course it was mine. I was the only one in this godforsaken place.
Earlier that night or was it that evening? How long have I been here? Anyways, the last thing I remember was having a drink with my buddy Cliff. He was a shifty guy, always tried to pry a few bucks from me, but I've known him for a long time and I trusted him. Our fathers used to work together which was the main thing that brought us together. We'd always go out on the town. Prowling about, making trouble wherever we could.
We were at our usual spot. We were so fucked up. He always gave the girls a hard time. Myself, on the other hand, was usually quite respectful. All I really cared about was pouring whisky down my gullet. I was trashed, I might've blacked out for awhile. I was throwing up in the alleyway behind the bar, when this burly man approached me. What did he say? "You Cliff's buddy?" That sounds about right. That's it, next thing I know I'm tied down in this empty room. I swear this better be a fucking joke.
My head was tied down, along with my arms, legs, and body. I heard a loud slam of a door. It must've had large bolt locks. I could hear someone latching them shut for a good thirty seconds. I couldn't move my head and this damn light flickered constantly from above. A man in a white butcher's coat approached me. He wore a surgical mask and tiny black goggles that squeezed tightly over his eyes.
"Did Cliff set you up to this!? Let me go! Dammit!" I cried out in frustration. The man didn't answer me, instead he methodically placed surgical tools on a cart that was next to me. He hummed an annoying tune. "Answer me! You sick bastard!"
He adjusted the hospital bed I laid on so that I was sitting upright, then he released the restraint on my forehead. I should have never looked down. What I saw almost made me sick.
My stomach was split open. I could see my own guts were spilling out over my skin. The only thing that helped contain my insides was a metallic zipper that was stitched to my skin. This crazed man must have done this to me. "What the fuck!? What did you do to me!?" Instead of answering me he forcefully put an oxygen mask over my face. I couldn't fight him, plus every time I twisted my body a pain shot through my stomach.
The man grabbed a stuffed teddy-bear off a nearby table. I could feel myself losing consciousness as he said, "This is Teddy." Then he slammed the bear against the table and began violently stabbing it with a butcher's knife. Shredding it to pieces. He only seemed interested in the white cotton that was inside of it. He held up a handful of the material and said, "Now you can be Teddy."
"No." I said weakly. The anesthesia was taking its hold on me. The man laughed maniacally as he began stuffing my stomach with the cotton. Bits of my blood and guts splattered on his coat. The sight was horrific, but the pain subsided as everything drifted to darkness.
I woke up in the alleyway where I last remembered I was. I giggled with glee as I began to believe that it was all a dream. I got up from the ground, my pile of vomit was still festering in the dirt. That's when I felt the sharp pain in my stomach again. It wasn't a dream.
My stomach was enlarged. Black bruises spotted across my skin. Oh God, the zipper was bulging. The maniac filled my body with cotton and now it was rejecting it. A grotesque green liquid oozed from the cracks of the zipper. I had to get it out! The cotton inside my body was killing me.
I unzipped my stomach slowly. Each notch sent a spike of pain through my body. I couldn't handle it. "Help!" I screamed but no one was here to help me. I finished pulling the zipper across my skin. Blood began to pour out like a water fountain. I ripped the shreds of cotton out of my body one handful at a time. Tears fled from my eyes as I fought through the pain. My skin began to sag and fold as I relieved the pressure from the inside. I felt something that didn't feel like my intestines. I looked inside the cavity of my stomach and found a small black chord. God, the pain was unbearable as I pulled on the black chord and a little box with a button on it came out.
"I love you. I love you. I love you." The box repeated the same words over and over again. "I love you. I love you. I love you." I felt so empty. I cast my eyes to the ground below and saw more than just the cotton. Bits and chunks of what I would call my organs laid on the dirt. Bloody intestines hanged over the zipper. I fell to the ground and began to dry heave. I wanted to puke, but nothing would come out. A ringing in my hear was the last thing I heard before everything went black.
Cliff walked out of the back entrance of the bar. He was such a sloppy drunk. He had no idea what he was about to see. "Yo, Jerry you out her? You missed out on all the fun." He said while raising a bottle in the air. His body wiggled like the fly guys you'd see in front of a car dealership. His eyes widened and his face turned to stone. He dropped the glass liquor bottle on to the ground when he saw his friend dead, resting in a pile of guts and cotton.
