"I'm sorry, but your blood tissue is not the same as the others." The freak in the white lab coat told me, making my heart stop. I had taken enough classes of biology to know what that meant; I was going to die a terrible, painless perhaps, death.
Jenny, my best friend, screamed even louder.
"No! She's my best friend! My sister! Please, kill me, not her!" She yelled at the guy, Doctor Heiter or whatever his name was. He didn't do anything, just stared at me. What was he going to do to me? Kill me? If that was the case, then I was going to die a virgin. I mean, I was hoping to lose it tonight at the club or someplace cool like that, but I guess not.
You may think me a whore, but if you were a twenty-five year old virgin, you'd want to have your cherry popped, too.
"Jenny, calm down. I'll be fine, okay? I promise you, everything will be okay." I told her, then turning to the man to my other side. He was panicking too. Perhaps he spoke French? He was German, so maybe, just maybe, he knew some French….
"Salute, vous." His eyes snapped up to mine. "Parlay-vous François?" I asked him. He nodded and spoke through the gag, although it was hard to make out.
"Je parle un peu de François." Great. So he only spoke a little bit of French.
"Calmez. C'est bien, c'est bien." He managed to calm down just a bit and began to slow down his frantic breathing. Jenny knew that I was speaking French, but didn't know what I was saying. She never took French classes with me.
"Both of you, shut up!" Heiter yelled, ruining my hard work of getting the man to calm down.
"Nein!" I shouted at him, refusing to allow Jenny to know what I was saying. She'd freak out. "Du bist nein-" he cut off my words by pushing his hands up against my throat, making me gasp for breath, struggling against the bonds holding me against the lab table. The bonds never let me loose, and it only made Jenny scream and cry even harder because she was afraid that the maniac would kill me.
"Please don't kill her! I love her! She's my best friend, please!" She screamed, giving my headache more fuel to throb in pain.
"Jen, please, just calm down, okay? Stay strong, all right? Stay strong for me." I tell her, which makes her quiet down.
The doctor guy looks at me all funny, but I can't focus on him for now. Let the man kill me; as long as he doesn't kill Jenny.
"What are you going to do to us?" Jenny asked Doctor Heiter, gulping nervously when he narrowed his gaze on her. He turned out the lights and left us without a word. What was his issue?
I soon wake up to the screaming of a man, whose words I am unable to comprehend. I open my eyes and look to my far left. It's a Japanese man who's struggling with the bonds and trying to get away from it. I can tell that he was very difficult to catch and subdue.
Soon, the fluorescent lights go on and I'm blinded momentarily. In walks Heiter, and the lights soon go out, blinding me again. A small projector comes on and an EXPO drawing of three people connected by….
Oh…
Oh, god, no! Why would he do this?! To Jenny! To the German and Japanese men!
I struggled against the bonds holding me back,
"You can't do this! You can't! It's wrong and inhumane!" I screamed at him, but he just ignored my screamed insults, so I decided to stop wasting my vocal chords on him and start trying to find a way out. I looked at the bonds and saw that they were meant to be able to withstand tears.
However, they were most likely able to stretch enough so that my hand could squeeze out of it and untie the rest of the restraints.
"And then, it would form the Human Centipede."
I almost had it.
"-Via the Gastric System."
So close….
"-by cutting the ligaments of the knee caps." I could hear the other threes' screams, but I had to block it out.
There! I was free! Making sure that he couldn't see what I was doing, I began to untie the other wrist and my ankles. Finally, I had untied myself and I ran, knocking down Heiter and running to get help; the phone! I could get help that way!
But, where was his phone? I ran faster, hearing his footsteps behind me, getting louder and louder….
I ran into his bedroom, and had no choice but to lock the door. The key fell and I went to hide behind the bed.
He pounded on the door.
"Let me in!" The German accent becoming much more prominent with how angry he was. He pounded on the door again.
"Open the door!" He slammed his hands on the only barrier between the two of us. I felt tears running down my cheeks. Please, god, please don't let him get in.
Suddenly, the slamming on the door stopped, and all was quiet.
Maybe he decided to give up…. No, of course not, he's too much of a stubborn person to do that.
Grabbing a lamp from the bedside, I went to the glass door, hoping to break it down before he came back. I brushed away the curtain and cried out in disbelief.
He was there and he was going to break down the door to get to me. No! No, no, no!
He hit the glass once, twice, three times, and it shattered, some hitting me and scratching my face. I fell back and landed on my rear.
He walked up to me and smacked my face.
"Stupid girl!" He seethed, while I nursed my bruising face, pouting slightly. He grabbed my arm and tore out a piece of glass, making me cry out in pain.
"Get away from me!" I cried out, trying to run, but he quickly grabbed my wrists with one hand and shoved me to the wall, making all of the air rush out of my lungs.
He towered a good foot and a half over me while I cowered against his white, sterile walls. I had the sudden urge to colour them with paint, but quickly suppressed the urge. I had more important things to deal with right now.
Pressing me harder against the wall, he snarled when I tried to move away from him.
"Nein!" He growled, wrapping his fingers in my hair and knotting it. I almost screamed when he tugged it back. Not in pain, though.
God, I was so sick. I know this probably sounds disgusting, but I love things rough. Especially hair-pulling. I know, I know, call me sick, demented. I've heard it all before, but being raised in a strict Christian household really took a toll on me and made me turn wild and get into the hard-core stuff like handcuffs and blindfolds. Now, I'm so not into all of the BDSM, but I do like some of the things in it.
Oh lord, I hope he didn't realize the look that came into my eyes.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked me, cocking his head sideways as though he didn't understand the look of lust he saw in my eyes.
"Like I have to tell you anything!" I yelled at him, making him yank on my hair, not knowing that it would make me grow all hot and itchy. I tried so hard to fight back a moan, but it didn't work, and I let out one little groan in pleasure.
I don't know if he's ever heard a woman moan in pleasure, but he certainly knew what I was doing and why, because his eyes widened with shock, while I looked at him, wanting to strangle him, but also wanting to throw him in a closet and ravish the hell out of him.
He stared at me as if I'd grown two heads.
"You liked that?" He said in a near whisper. Shit, shit, shit, he knew! Panicking, I knew that I'd have to lie, but I wasn't a very good liar in the first place.
"N-no. I didn't, and I never will, because that's disgusting!" I yelled at him, causing his eyes to narrow in annoyance.
"Don't you dare get that tone with me, little girl!" He sneered, slamming me harder against the wall. I was pretty sure that my body was going to be imprinted into the drywall, but that wasn't my problem, now was it?
"Don't tell me what to do!" I screamed, trying to kick my way out of his grip, but to no avail. He instead pinned me down by shoving his body against mine. Dammit, why did he have to press his body against mine like that?!
"Heiter, Heiter, please, don't!" I begged him. He was going to get a very different reaction than what he was expecting if he kept that up. He glared at me once, then tore himself away from me and the wall, leaving to go down to… the basement! Dammit, no!
"You can't! Don't go down there, please! Don't do that to them!" I pleaded. No one deserved that surgery to be performed on them.
Heiter took my hands that were trying to hold him back and used it as leverage to throw me onto the floor. I cried out in pain. Why was he doing this? Why was he so angry for nothing?
"Don't defy me, Lindsay, or I will be forced to hurt you." He snarled at me, making me shrink back in fear, I knew some guys who would come really close to hurting girls. They might even kill them. What if Doctor Heiter was like that? Would he kill me?
Three days. That's how long it's been since he's tied me up to this bed. I mean, yeah, he's fed me, although he did humiliate me by feeding me himself since he refused to untie me. However, today he actually untied me and allowed me to stretch out, but he soon brought me to the basement.
Shit, I should have known that he had an ulterior motive for allowing me freedom! I quickly turned around and ran for my life, not wanting to see the end result of what he'd done.
Heiter didn't let me go, though. He quickly grabbed me and held me in place while he walked me to another room. There, I saw Jenny, the Japanese man, and the German man all sewed together with their mouths to….
No...
No.
NO!
Jenny, my friend, my sister, was at the end, with the German man in front of her, and the Japanese guy at the front. I have a feeling that Heiter did that so that he wouldn't be able to hold conversation with him.
I quickly broke free from his grip and ran to my best friend. They were all awake, but it seemed as though they were drugged and couldn't really move around well. I turned to Heiter and glared at him.
"I hate you! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" I screamed, running up to him and beating on his chest with my tiny fists. He easily picked me up in his arms and took me to another room, sitting me on one of the lab tables and holding me there with his hands.
"Mein Puppe, calm down. They are in a better state than what they used to be." He told me. First, how could they be in a better state by attaching their faces to someone else's ass? Second, what does Puppe mean? He said my something. I haven't been around German people enough to know what all of the things they say are.
"How?! How are they in a better state?!" I asked, crying hysterically, while furiously wiping the tears away from my eyes, angry that I was so weak.
"Because, mein Puppe, they are connected, and they now have a connection to each other." He said almost gently, leaning into my neck and nuzzling a sensitive spot there.
"N-no, don't!" I told him, pushing him away, not wanting us to share this- this intimate moment; it was wrong.
His eyes darkened and he quickly leaned back, pulling me up and dragging me back into the room that the "Human Centipede".
"Jenny," I sobbed, reaching out to her, falling down to my knees and burying my face in her hair. All of a sudden, the German guy started convulsing, gagging, almost….
"-via the Digestive System."
"-it would form the Human Centipede."
No, no! I can't believe Heiter's doing this to them! He's a fucking monster! I suddenly felt someone's hands wrap themselves in my hair and yank me back, making me cry out, then moan. I struggled against him as he began dragging me upstairs, using my hair to lead me. I saw Jenny look at me with sympathy, making me feel guilt.
She shouldn't be feeling sympathy for me! I should be thinking of a way to get them out, but I just don't know how!
"Stupid, little girl!" I hear Doctor Heiter roar at me, making me cower back in fear.
"I'm not stupid, and I'm not a little girl!" I shout back at him, feeling him smack my face. I let out a sob and try to run away from him, but I can't get off of the ground. I saw Heiter bend down and lean on his right knee, placing his arm on his left, narrowing his eyes.
"I don't like hurting you, Lindsay, but when you defy me so, I have to." He whispered to me, caressing my red cheek, not caring that I flinched away from him. Gently, he picked me up and brought me into a room with a bed donned with crisp, white sheets, and a small wardrobe. Setting me down on the bed, he walked over to the wardrobe and opened it, causing me to gasp. It was filled with clothes! Clothes that- that I would wear!
"I didn't know your size, but you looked like a four or a five, so I got clothes in those sizes and some in a few sizes above that." He told me, making my eyes go wide in shock. I almost forgot, he's a former surgeon; of course he's rich.
"Um, thanks, Doctor Heiter." I mumbled, not really knowing what to say. He raised an arched eyebrow- they were probably natural, douchebag- and simply nodded his head.
"I do have a first name." He said, making me wonder if he actually wanted me to call him by his first name.
"What's your first name?" I asked him, curiously. What if it was a really difficult first name? Crap, what if I couldn't even pronounce it?
"It's Josef."
I looked up at him, surprised. Who would've thought he'd have a somewhat normal first name?
"Josef?"
"Yes?"
"Oh, um… hi." I said awkwardly.
"Hi." He responded, walking towards me. He looked so tall now, towering over me while I just laid there, not sure what to do or say.
"So… why did you want to make that- that thing?" I asked him, afraid that I was going to be slapped again, and also shamed, because the thing I was talking about was my best friend and two innocent people.
"My Human Centipede?" he mused. "Well, I told you that I was one of the best surgeons to separate Siamese twins, and well, I liked them as they were, not separated. They liked being connected, too."
I shook my head. I was in the presence of a fucking psycho!
"Why? Why would you assume that anyone would want to be connected?!" I asked him incredulously.
"Because. When I was a surgeon, I would separate twins and I noticed that they seemed to want to be together. They pressed themselves to each other like they didn't want to be separated. They wanted to be a double human. A better being than a mere human is." He said, saying 'human' with disgust.
"So, would you consider me a 'mere human?'" I asked him, wanting to know if he thought I was disgusting. He did say that he disliked human beings. Does that also mean that he dislikes himself?
"In a way, yes. I really don't know why I even spared you. I already killed two others because they were the different blood types. But, they were also men. Maybe I spared you because you're a woman." He said, thoughtfully.
"But Jenny is a woman, too!"
"Yes, but she also has the same blood tissue as the others had, as well."
I sighed. I would never be able to understand this- this entity of a man. He was brilliant, but heartless.
"You know what, Josef?" I pondered aloud. "You're one of the most confusing men I have ever met."
"Well, you're the most confusing woman I have ever met." He scoffed, crossing his arms and walking backwards, never taking his eyes off of me.
I wonder… was he gay? I mean, he never responds like that or ever really responds sexually or physically. Maybe…. No, no, he wasn't asexual. Was he?
"Josef?"
"What?"
"…. Are you asexual?"
He narrowed his eyes at me and breathed out heavily through his nose. It seems that I've upset him.
"No! I'm not!" He glared at me, seeming very offended.
"Oh… were you ever a Nazi?"
He rolled his eyes and looked like he wanted to hit me.
"No! I was never a Nazi! I may have had a father who was a Nazi, but I never was and never will be! God, you are annoying!"
"I am not! I was just curious!" I yelled at him, burying my face into the pillow. "Asexual Nazi…." I muttered, hoping he didn't hear me.
Heiter walked out of the room while saying,
"I heard that."
Well, crap. It's not as though he has feelings, though… right?