Chapter 8: Near Death
I kicked the scalpel out of his hand. He only smiled at the pain, of course, and I glared at him as menacingly as I could. This only made him enjoy the situation even more.
"You are a fighter, I'll give you zhat. But, how vill you be able to kick me ven I cut off your legs?"
He grabbed a saw off from the table and stared at me wide eyed. He was probably thinking it over in his head how it must feel to have someone's legs getting chopped off.
"I know you vill scream at the top of your lungs, and I'll cut your throat to silence you."
My heart froze. Everything just seemed to stop once he said those words. What a sadistic bastard! He's done this before! Well, that should be predictable since this is Dr. Edward Richtofen I'm dealing with, if he really is a doctor and not someone claiming to be a doctor. No doubt he has a brilliant mind, but maybe I can outsmart him.
"I could help you!" I blurted out.
Richtofen scoffed.
"Vat could a woman do to help me?" He leaned on the steel table.
"Help you take over the zombies. Take over the world."
Richtofen looked at me with a stone like look. He rubbed his cheek and blinked a few times. "Surely you must know I'm a genius-"
"If you're so great then why aren't you in control?" I blurted out.
The look on Richtofen's face was enough to make scare an egg back into its shell. It was as if I hit him right in his pride.
"Chloe," he growled, "you are trying my patience. I should start vith your tongue."
I had to think of a way to get out of here. No one was around to help me out of this situation. Was this going to be the end of me? I'm going to die in a video game? That's no problem when I'm sitting at home on the couch, but actually being in the video game? I'm not sure if I'd wake up on the floor and looking at my TV screen with big red letters saying Game Over.
"But I'm all out of hope…"
We both turned to the source of that voice. It sounded like…
"How did the radio turn on?" I asked.
"Radio? Vat radio?" Richtofen took long strides towards me and grabbed my jaw.
I nearly choked on my scream.
"It's one of the radios on this map!" I squeaked.
Richtofen stood there for what felt like hours. The grip on my jaw loosened up and he backed away. His green eyes looked acidic and hungry. He came towards me again and unbuckled the straps.
He left the saw on the table and walked towards the door.
"Come," he demanded. "It seems I may need you."
