Ch 7

Bob was leaning over the Doctor. She had begun her surgery and she was beginning to see why the Doctor enjoyed it so much, she had never had so much fun. It was far better than killing them instantly and eating them straight away. Although she had enjoyed eating the Nurse those were rare moments and she had learned to make the most of them. This man she wanted to make suffer more than anyone.

Just before she had started she had told Fred to go and get the video camera so she could tape her actions for future reference. At first Fred hadn't wanted to go. She had wanted to see her hero at work but when Bob had pointed a knife at her she thought it best to do as she was told.

Bob was pleased that she had finally been left on her own, she didn't have Fred distracting her she could make this really horrible for Vannacutt.

Just as she was about to cut into the screaming Doctor Fred burst into the room with the camera and blood all over her hands. She handed Bob the camera innocently as if nothing had happened.

"What took you so long? And why is there blood all over your hands?" Bob asked trying to keep her voice level.

"Oh, nothing." Fred replied flatly.

Bob walked over to Fred and grabbed her arm and twisted her arm around until she began screaming. Fred tried to get away but Bob was too strong for her.

"Now, don't lie to me or I'll break your arm off." Bob said surprisingly happily.

"Well, I went there to get the camera and there was this woman laying on the floor, she begged me to help her go so I did. I knew she wouldn't last long so I did as she asked, just like you would have done, right? Anyway, when I helped her up she came at me so I knocked her to the floor. I though she would be dangerous so I killed her. I got a little carried away and cut her up, you know how much I like doing that. It was really fun though." Fred hardly stopped to take a breath.

Bob released her grip on Fred and Fred backed away. Suddenly Bob turned and hit Fred as hard as she could, Fred was pushed up against the wall, she stood there completely stunned.

"Don't ever kill anyone for no reason again, especially not when doing something for me. Are we clear?"

Fred nodded and crept forward and handed Bob the camera.

"I don't want it, I'm busy. Film what I'm doing. Don't worry about the Doctor I think he's used to being filmed during operations, aren't you Doctor?" Bob smiled at Vannacutt.

"You'll never get away with this, you're a monster and I hope they kill you for this."

"That's not very nice Doctor. You should learn how to be polite."

"I'll be polite when you let me go. What do you say? I get what I want and you get what you want. It's a good deal, isn't it? Come on now Rober..Bob. You know that you're a good person really. I see it inside you. You're not the evil thing you think you are. Please, please let me go."

Bob waited for Vannacutt to finish his speech. It was always nice to watch her victims squirm and beg to be let go. She usually indulged them just because she thought it was incredibly amusing.

"Why would I let you go, Doctor?"

"Because I can help you. The doors are locked, you can't get out of here on your own, you know that. You're smart aren't you? Then you know that you need me to open the doors."

Bob smiled and walked up to the Doctor calmly. She reached into his pocket and pulled out a bunch of keys. One of which was the key to the door. The Doctor couldn't believe what was happening. That had been his only bargaining tool and it was gone. He couldn't deny that Bob was very clever, she rarely missed anything.

"Do you think I'm stupid Doctor?"

"No Bob. I don't. I think you're misguided. You need help."

"Really? From the looks of it I'm the one in control and you're the one that needs the help. Wouldn't you say?"

Bob was really enjoying this but she was getting tired of all the talking, she had always been impatient and she just wanted to hear the Doctor scream and this wasn't getting her anywhere. She picked up a knife from the tray and held it up to the Doctor's face.

"Now, where shall we begin? Perhaps a facial? Would you like that Doctor? You always said that you liked change in your patients so in that case you must like change in yourself."

"No. Please. Don't." The Doctor pleaded hoping Bob might reconsider but secretly knowing that there was no chance.

Bob lifted the knife to the Doctor's face and cut deeply. He screamed out in pain but Bob took no notice of him and carried on mutilating his face. Blood began to cover his face so that she could hardly see what she was doing. At one point she thought she might have cut his eye but she wasn't sure, nor did she care particularly.

"How are we enjoying it so far Doctor?" Bob shouted above Vannacutt's screaming.

She got no reply from the Doctor.

Bob finished her carving and put the knife back on the table, satisfied that she had done all she could with that particular instrument. She picked up a piece of material and wiped Vannacutt's face with it. She could see what she had done but the blood soon came back and began seeping from the gashes again.

"Fred!" Bob shouted.

Fred came running over from the corner in which she had been filming.

"Stop him bleeding. It's getting in my way." Bob said sharply.

Fred instantly did as she was told. She knew better than to question Bob.