So I got 2 absolutely fantastic reviews and um...yeah, this story is for you two who reviewed this past chapter...you know who you are. Thank you so much because it was an absolute joy reading them. Hope you stick with me as I inch along this story.
Chapter 3 - Cataclysmic Centipedes
For the next two days, Abby Post drifted in and out of conscious through a severely drugged state. After the first time the doctor had drugged her, she'd woken up to the pungent smell of decomposing flesh. The doctor hadn't moved the dead German man from his cot and well aware that it only took a day for a corpse to begin smelling, Abby had determined a day to have gone by at least.
Those thoughts however, were only limited to a few minutes. Slowly but surely, her eyelids eased shut as if two heavy weights were lying on them.
The next time she came to, the body was gone.
There was no sense of knowing whether it was morning, afternoon, or night as the doctor cleverly wiped away any way of figuring the answer out. Actually, said doctor was never in sight. Severely limiting her head movements, Abby was only able to discover her own position had been changed. Where she once was in the middle of Lindsey and the German man, she now was to Jenny's right. At the very edge of the three cots.
God I hope he's not searching for another victim.
But Abby remembered what the doctor had said. The man's blood tissue wasn't right...then again, neither was hers and she was still alive.
Again, a forceful sleep denied her the ability to cognitively sort out her situation. And so she embraced it unwillingly.
Finally, Abby awoke on the fifth day of captivity with no sleepiness residing inside. Her stomach hadn't growled so she guessed he'd fed them all through a feeding tube, a very disconcerting thought considering the food could have more denotative drugs.
What really had her glued to her bed in panic however was the fact that when she awoke on the fifth day, the doctor was downstairs with them. Keeping himself busy, he plugged in wires attached to a projector. A white screen in front of his audience sat in a teasing manner, almost begging them to figure out what their futures would include.
"Jenny, are you alright?"
Closing her eyes, Abby listened to her friends slowly shake off their grogginess. The last thing her head wanted was more screaming, but she had no right to tell them that. The situation they were in now was incredibly appropriate for screaming.
"Let us go, you sick fuck!"
Breathing in calmly, Abby sat herself up in the cot and watched the doctor ignore the two women as he shuffled in front of them, double checking everything.
"Are you guys alright?" Abby questioned softly out of the corner of her lips.
Her eyes were locked on the screen ahead and she swallowed past the rough pain pushing down on her throat. A few days of not communicating verbally or hardly using her throat at all had left it itchy and sensitive.
Before either of them could reply, a new, high pitched voice broke the atmosphere. So new that all three women snapped their heads to the left and took in someone lying in the nearest cot to the stairs.
The man was of Asian heritage with short black hair sticking up from the sweat matted in it. He was slightly on the chubby side, but from the way he thrashed in his binds, Abby determined it wasn't a simple task kidnapping him.
And the worst part?
He didn't speak a lick of English.
For the next few minutes, the Asian man let out a steady stream of screeching insults in his native language. The only reason Abby was able to figure out he was Japanese was because he began a count down from three. Having memorized numbers one through ten in many different languages, Abby could only guess he was trying to negotiate his release.
But his threat was empty and the doctor paid no mind which only frustrated the man more.
"Aahhh!" he finally let out as agonizing drips of precipitation rolled down his back.
Jenny and Lindsey only shared terrified looks with each other, unsure whether anything they could say at this point would make a difference.
Meanwhile, Abby was slowly boiling. Not in the physical sense, but eternally, her body refused to cool down to a normal temperature. The unfair nature in which they'd all been tricked by someone who knew nothing about them, frustrated her to no end.
How dare he take people out of their lives and use them for his own sick pleasures? They have done nothing wrong.
It was with this thought that the German man swung back into her mind. His senseless death and how his children would forever be without a father.
And boy did Abby know that pain personally.
So as Lindsey became livelier with her shrieks and the Japanese man as well as Jenny joined her, Abby studied her binds with deep concentration. There was always a flawed mistake that murderers took in caging their victims. The doctor's way was to keep them drugged, but surely he wasn't impeccable in every sense. In his excitement, he must have forgotten to do something that would ensure their containment.
"Hello, my name is Dr. Josef Heiter."
Abby's blood ran cold as her eyes glanced up and witnessed the doctor throw a sarcastic wink at his audience.
"We don't care who the fuck you are! Let us go!"
Heiter simply smiled, overlooking the outburst.
"I am a world renounced surgeon who specializes in the separation of Siamese twins."
With that he pressed down on the remote in his hand and all four individuals watched as the projector identified what appeared to be some of his successful procedures.
For those with weak stomachs like Jenny, the image was truly revolting. It had come directly post surgery with no time for the twins to have been cleaned up. But Abby believed that the doctor wanted the picture this way. It showed him the miracle of what he had done.
Tune him out and look for a way to escape.
Against her better judgment, Abby pushed out his authoritative voice and instead focused back on her binds. However, it was a difficult conversation to keep her ears out of.
"-my 3 rottweilers-"
He bound us as if he was afraid we'd run away in our sleep.
Tugging uselessly on her restraint, Abby narrowed her eyes. There was no way she was giving up, especially since her dad was a-.
"-shortly died after surgery-."
Lindsey's scream caught Abby off-guard but she dutifully went back to twisting her wrists within her binds. Perhaps somehow if she could slip her hand out or maybe find something sharp.
"-beautiful pet. Why not humans then?"
Another scream ripped through her friends' throats, only this one was shaky and immersed within fear.
Like he's going to have a sharp utensil casually lying around here somewhere. C'mon. Something sharp, something sharp.
Staring puzzlingly at her bound wrist, Abby felt like smacking herself in the face.
Of course! He may have tied us with material preventing us from slipping our arms out, but that rarely means the material is tough enough to withstand punctures. Or tears.
"The Human Centipede."
Glancing up, Abby nearly recoiled at the image on the screen. And then her heart sank as she peered out of the corner of her eyes at Lindsey, Jenny, and the Japanese man. Tears poured down their cheeks in uncertain buckets as hoarse pleads whisked through their frightened mouths.
Surgeon. Siamse twins. Human centipede? He's going to-.
A grotesque frown spilled over her features as Abby began to grasp on to just the reason why they'd been captured.
Glancing up at the screen again, Abby studied the picture and the points on the body in which he would operate on.
They all have to have the same blood tissue...the Japanese man must since he's still alive.
Blinking once as if she couldn't quite believe what she was seeing, Abby took away her glance and met Heiter's stare. It was directed only at her and his expression was set as if he could read her mind.
He has no idea what to do with me either.
"Let them go," Abby heard herself finally protest. "If you let them go, I'll let you perform any type of surgery you want on me. You could attach my fingers to my forehead. Split my legs into angles. Cut open my diaphragm and stick something in there, I really don't care. Just...they don't deserve this."
She didn't know why her words seemed to amuse him because as soon as she'd spoken, he lifted the corner of his lips.
"And you deserve this?" he replied.
Abby fell silent, aware of the eyes on her from the side. They still had hope that she could somehow remedy the situation. That the disgusting, pervasive, and unethical treatment they were to undergo could be prevented.
"More than they do," Abby answered quietly, but enough so he could hear her.
This blasted a thoughtful look on Heiter's face for a moment.
"No."
His answer vibrated in finality over the confines of the room and three panicked groans expressed their hopeless dislike beside her.
Abby stared furiously back at the doctor, her teeth shutting firm on her tongue. She had to play this situation out wisely, if only to save them.
"Then what are you going to do with me? If you try to attach me to this...experiment, I'll die."
"You will not be a part of the experiment," he answered.
Taking in a deep breath, Abby bit down on her lip.
"Why are you doing this?"
It came out as a plead and was nearly unrecognizable to Abby's own ears. In fact, her voice came out like she was 8 years old again, standing in her basement, overlooking the dead body lying on an old gurney.
"I would have expected a more creative question from you," Heiter remarked.
Biting back a harsh reply, Abby felt her teeth grind at his answer. The same teeth she'd been planning to use in order to escape her binds.
"I expected a world renounced surgeon. You can't even keep three rottweilers alive," Abby spat back.
And the cold frown that emerged made Abby want to raise her hands in a silent victory.
"Do not worry, I'll try my best on your friends," Heiter vowed.
Lindsey unsuccessfully fought back a choke at his words.
"You won't touch them," Abby promised.
"We'll see in a few days," the doctor replied, approaching them.
The same syringe he'd been using for the past few days on them was revealed from a white coat pocket.
Renewing his screams, the Japanese man was the first receipient of the needle.
I won't be able to live with myself if this happens to them.
And when Heiter turned his way toward Jenny, Abby lowered her head down to her binds and began biting, a muddled plan forming in her panicked mind.
Hmm...so in your mind, does Heiter's personality seem like how he'd actually act? In my mind, I say yes but I always like to push through something different just to make the character more interesting. Let me know what you're thinking in a review.