Hey guys! SO, here's a new chapter for y'all! This must be the most weirdest, longest and HARDEST chapter I've written so far :P so please, enjoy (well, at least try not to get freaked out by the weirdness- cuz i'm the writer and i sort of creeped out o.O) and don't forget to REVIEW!

Chapter 8

HAROU

I groaned. When I tried to force myself up, I realized I couldn't move my hands. I looked down, and voila, I was handcuffed with my arms behind my back. This day just keeps getting better. "Harou?" Angel scurried over, plain worry etched over her caring face. "how're you feeling?" "like crap." I replied. She rolled her eyes. "no duh, I meant like, did you break anything? Can you breathe properly?" I nodded. "thank god." "what about you? You just let them take you?" she laughed. "not really." I followed her gaze to her chest and... "...that doesn't look good." she shrugged. "I can handle it. I've been hurt worse." I struggled to get in a sitting position. This was pretty hard to do since my feet were cuffed together as well.

"so where're they taking us?" a darkness crept over her eyes. "..." she stayed silent, and I was afraid to hear her answer. I gulped. "that bad?" she bit her lip, and after a moment said, "remember I said I was born in a lab?" I nodded carefully. She took a deep breath. "well... My guess is that they want me back." "but what about me?" she looked even more concerned than ever. "the whitecoats are always in need of subjects to experiment on..." she trailed off, her dark words left hanging in the air. I gulped. "well, at least I'll be able to fly myself to anywhere I want then." she looked away, not saying anything. "I'm sorry." "nah, it wasn't your fault." "it was. I knew they were still after me, but-" "hey. Who the heck would have guessed they'd attack us in McDonalds? I mean, it's not exactly the most 'discreet' place around" She didn't pursue the subject, but I could tell she was still blaming herself. "Angel, it's okay, you escaped once right? We'll just do it again." she sighed in exasperation, but looked up smiling. "I guess." smiles must be contagious cuz somehow, just by looking at her quiet smile, made a stupid grin on my own face as well.

Where the heck are they taking us? We've been driving for what seemed like days, and we were still driving non stop. We've tried to catch the Eraser's attentions and ask them a couple of questions, or better yet, to persuade them to stop, but apparently they couldn't hear a thing through their thick skulls.

I sighed. Angel was already passed out, sleeping quietly with her head in my lap. To be honest, when I first heard the stuff Angel told me, I was scared. But now? I'd like to see the 'School' just for a change of scenery.

I wondered what my family would think. I said I'd be gone for a couple of minutes. Not a couple of DAYS. Tiffany would be worried. My mom would be even more worried. My dad is probably completely hysterical by now. I chuckled, remembering the time when my dad thought I'd gotten myself kidnapped when I was 12. I had secretly snuck out to a sleepover at a friend's place, and my dad ended up calling the police. Lol. I mean, I did leave a note saying that I'll be right back by tomorrow morning, but my dad was just that kind of a person.

Thinking about him made me sad. Secretly, I still hoped that the police would somehow find us, and we'd be free. But then again, after how Angel told me she was scooped up in that place for her entire life till now, I doubted that would happen.

Andrew is probably worried sick. I didn't even finish helping him with his Algebra project. He thought I'd gone to buy him some ice cream. I didn't need to think hard to imagine the look on his face when he realizes that I had disappeared from the face of the earth.

I glance back towards Angel's peaceful face, sleeping away like a seven year old kid. I sighed. Might as well as sleep, since there's nothing else to do.

ANGEL

Where was I? This whole place... It looked awfully familiar, the house, the backyard and the friendly looking streets.. "Angel! Come in already, it's getting pretty cold." my eyes widened at the voice of someone I knew. The voice that I had heard as she raised me. "Sweetie? What's wrong?" Max walked towards me, as if nothing was wrong, she kneeled next to me. "don't cry Angel, it's alright." Hot tears were pouring down my cheeks and I hadn't even realized. I'd missed her so much, so so so very much.

I hugged her tightly, Max seemed surprised, but hugged back anyway, her warm cozy arms- the ones that had held me since I was a baby- were so comforting. As if she knew everything that had happened, that I was sorry, that I would never ever disappoint her again.

One by one, the flock emerged from Ella's house, wondering what was going on. "What happened to Angel? Why's she crying?" Gazzy hurried over. My big brother, always so caring for me. I pulled him into a tight embrace as well. I felt like I'd burst with emotions, I was so happy, I was finally back with my family.

Iggy seemed surprised, but joined in the hug circle anyway. Nudge brought Fang over and hugged us all, Fang, albeit in his shy, quiet manner, did his best to wrap his arms around us all. We stayed like that for a few moments, and for once we were back together as a flock, as the family we once were... I was so happy, so content that I wished time would stop like this, the six of us as one like we always have been for the last 7 years

"Angel... Why did you betray us?" an accusing voice shot out throughout the joyful atmosphere. Like a gun shot in a quiet room. I spun around, the entire world spinning as I did so. When I came around, I was facing Max. But this Max was different, she seemed older, more sadder and... More real.

"why?" she said again. Her eyes cold with hurt. "I trusted you, WE trusted you. But because of you, Fang's gone. Ella's gone. My MOM's gone. Why Angel, why?" she took a step forward, and I immediately took a step back. "I'm sorry Max, I-I really am, I just wanted-" "to tear away the flock from me. You were selfish, cruel and evil." withe each word she stepped towards me, and I was crying again. My weak shoulders shaking with sobs. I couldn't say anything, because I knew she was telling the truth. It was all my fault.

"I can't believe you're the same baby that I raised. You're not Angel, I don't know you anymore." Max turned around, her shadow cold and hard. "n-no! Max, I'm sorry, I never meant these things to happen-" "too late Angel." her voice seemed to echo all around as the world suddenly began to darken. The flock began to disappear one by one. Disintegrating into ashes as the wind began to blew harder and harder.

Max pointed to the remains of the rest of the flock, a speck of ash on the street; where we had been hugging each other. "they're dead." my ears didn't believe what they were hearing. "they're dead Angel. Dead, because-" she whirled around, cold fury evident in her face. Her next words were what really got me though.

"because, of you." she finished softly. It wasn't warm and gentle, her tone was one that was accusing and final. I tried to reach towards her, to explain that I didn't mean something like this to happen, but when my hand touched her- she turned to ashes, just like the others.

I was all alone. The air was getting colder by the second, weighing me down as if the very air accused me of being guilty. I couldn't breathe. I was all alone in this world now. Dark, cold and scared. The trees seem to loom over me, their shadows stretching endlessly.

"n-no... Max, Gazzy..." a weak whisper escaped my lips. My hands covering my face. Even my tears were like ice now. "we wanted nothing but your wellbeing Angel." it was Max- no, Gazzy, no- Fang's- no... It was the entire flock, molded into one terrifying voice.

"why did you leave us? Why did you tear us apart? Why, why, WHY?" "NOOOOOOO!" I was screaming, I never knew I could make such a shrill and awful sound, but I kept on screaming, the wretched and anguished sound shattering everything around me. The world began to swirl into a mixture of black and blue, the colors spinning, the image of each flock member slowly disappearing from my memories- I could feel them fading away, slowly, as if to torment me for what I've done.

The pain was not physical, it was from the inside. I wished I was back at the School. I'd rather have my limbs ripped from my body than to experience this. I'd prefer a thousand needles than to see that disappointed, accusing face of Max and the others. I wanted it all to end. Nothing mattered anymore. I want to die. I thought desperately as the darkness closed in around me. Please, just let it all end...

"ANGEL!" My eyes fluttered open as someone slapped me hard on the face. My right cheek burned but I was still numb from cold. "Angel what's the matter?" a face... It was a face of a boy... The image was blurred because of my tears. I wiped them away with shaky hands. They were cold and pale, almost half translucent. "Angel?" it was a voice different from the flock, but one that I recognized. "Harou." I croaked, my voice was hoarse from all the screaming. "d-did you see-?" I sobbed into his chest. "see what?" he asked, alarmed. "the flock, they said, max said, that i-it was b-because of m-m-me." i didn't know what I was saying anymore. It was more of a hysterical bunch of mingled sounds than legible words "shh, it's okay Angel. Everything's alright now." he held my shaking body. His skin was warm to the touch, and I had to stay like that for what seemed like an hour; mumbling stuff and then suddenly breaking out crying. Everytime I did, Harou would coax me to calm down and take a deep breath. He'd comfort me with his soft, warm voice. "It's okay Angel." he said. "Everything's fine now." he would say... But yet, how could he say such words when he saw them? My very own family, the very people that I could depend on even if the world was against me, were dead. Because of me. Because of who I've become. Because of what I am. It was all my fault.

"Angel." he said quietly. I couldn't say anything, my voice had completely gone from all the sobbing. "are you okay now?" again, I couldn't reply. "it was all a dream." my eyes blinked. Once, then twice. "Max, Gazzy, the flock, they're not dead. It was all a stupid dream Angel." he said carefully, looking straight into my eyes. "and whatever happened definitely wasn't your fault." my breathing finally slowed down. Wait... I never told Harou about the Flock, so how did he know those names?

"you talk in your sleep." he smiled weakly, reading my confusion. "I... Was... Sleeping?" I croaked, the three words were enough to send my throat burning, but I had to ask. "of course! Remember? We were caught by Erasers at McDonalds? The black van?" I looked around. I sure did remember. But this wasn't a back of a van... It was- "well, I guess we finally arrived.. But when I woke up, I was inside this cell. And you were crying and screaming names and-" he stopped, his face red from embarrassment. He coughed. "well, um... I'm sure you had your reasons." I followed his embarrassed gaze and found... a small puddle of yellowish liquid?. He quickly turned around. Then it hit me. Why the between of my legs felt so damp. And so wet.

Oh my god. D-did I-? Did I just... Wet myself?

Another thing I realized. I was clinging on to him as if my life counted on it. A good portion of his jacket was soaked from me crying like a baby. Wait. If I wetted myself... And I was clinging on to him..

"s-sorry." I croaked, quickly detaching myself from him. "y-yeah.." he stuttered, quickly standing up. Oh god. This must be the most embarrassing moment of my life. Now, and forever. "you have a pretty firm grip." he joked, hoping to take our attention away from... The leak. I was still too petrified with embarrassment to say anything, but I noticed how the shoulders of his jackets were slightly ripped. "d-did I-?" he nodded, laughing nervously. "no big deal. I was going to take it off anyway." he said with forced casualness, and he tried to mop away the coughstuffcough on his pants. "sorry.." "I-it's okay... I guess you had a pretty bad nightmare." I nodded shyly. Still... How could I-? I mean, I stopped wetting beds when I was five, for crying out loud! Now I really wanted to kill myself.

He suddenly threw the jacket on to the small puddle, using his foot clean the mess up. I raised a brow. "what?Its not like I'm ever going to wear this jacket again." he quickly kicked away the soggy clothing as far as possible.

I was still tomato red, but at least the... Liquid... Didn't get on his pants much.

Later that night (or day, whatever, you couldn't really tell the time when you're inside a windowless cell), I realized that through all my embarrassment, I forgot to thank him. I didn't even say a simple 'thanks'. I turned over to face the direction where Harou was sleeping quietly. I knew he probably couldn't hear me, but..

"thanks." I whispered anyway, and then turned around to go back to sleep.

"Ugh! What happened here?" my eyes shot open. That voice belonged to a boy. But it wasn't Harou. But it wasn't unfamiliar either. "I don't know, but keep your voice down! She might wake up." a girl whispered cautiously. I didn't recognize hers, at all.

But if I was correct, the last time when I heard that voice was... "so what's wrong now Omega?" the girl sighed, as if tired of her sensitive friend. I froze. Omega. Of course I remembered him. He was the one who nearly killed Max when we were in Germany! "this place, it smells like, like- urine." oops. The girl sniffed numerous times, only to say. "maybe it's because of your sense of smell, cuz I can't smell anything." phew! Thank you unknown girl, I owe you one- that is, if you're not on the same side as Omega- which you probably is. "ugh. It's disgusting- how can you NOT notice?" Omega whined.

There was something off though. Omega was a cold, emotionless machine back then. Only obeying the Director's every word. Now? He sounded like a whiny, but perfectly human, teenager. How?

Okay, stay calm Angel. Max beat him easily. That is, um... HOW! I FORGOT HOW SHE WON IN THAT STUPID COMPETITION! Something about punching- that much I remember. But... There was something else... Something-

"hey... Is that.. Blood?" "what?" Omega's voice pierced through the quiet cell like a dagger. "yeah... It is!" "b-but that means, there's another experiment here?" the girl stammered, obviously perplexed. Ha! That's right, and if you try anything, we'll- "was. There WAS an experiment here." I froze. What the heck was Omega saying? "if this person lost this much blood..." Omega's voice trailed off. My body seemed to turn into a popsicle. Harou... Wasn't in the cell right now? But.. Then where did he-? "... At least he's in a better place now." the girl's voice sounded like she was about to cry, which was exactly how I felt right now.

"Do you think we should wake her up?" Omega asked quietly. "Yeah, let's hope that this one speaks English." I could hear the sound of Omega leaning over me, reaching out his hand, completely unprepared... I imagined the whole scenario, and prepared my attack. At the exact right moment- I sprang up, quickly lashing out with my right fist with the force of all the frustration and anger of losing Harou behind the single, but deadly, punch. I heard the girl yelp in surprise, and for a split of a split second, I thought I'd hit him.

But actually, Omega had caught it in midair as if it was nothing.

"oh? So you weren't asleep were you" his voice calm and dominant. My eyes grew wide with fear. His deep colorless gray eyes were delving into mine as if trying to remember something. "wait... You-" "Omega, stop! You're scaring her!" he carefully let go of his iron grip, but I could feel the bruise marks already beginning to form on my wrists. I stepped back away from him quickly. He regarded me with the same curiosity as he had when he first saw me. Could it be that... He didn't remember me?

"have we... Met before?" he asked, surprising both me and the girl. I blinked. Then it hit me. Of course. I was a six year old when we were captured in Germany- right now I was approximately eighteen! There's no way even Omega's perfect brain could possibly remember me! Ha! "um... No..?" I carefully said, still preparing to strike back in case he attacked. "oh, okay then. My bad." Omega wouldn't look away though, and I could tell he was still somewhat suspicious. "Omega, how could you have possibly met her? You told me that you were inside the School in Germany for your entire life!" the girl rolled her eyes. "well... Yeah, that's true but.." he trailed off, his eyes furrowing in concentration. "your attack... It's almost like that time in-" "Hey, my name's Claire. Ignore cuz he's a little weird like that. Oh but you should know his name, it's Omega. I know right? Lamest name ever invented. Obviously the person who named him was a math geek." I had to suppress a small grin. This girl reminded me of Nudge, except she was still pretty nothing compared to the Nudge channel.

The thought instantly made me feel sad. I should be out there looking for my flock, what was I Doug getting caught in the first place? "hello? You ARE fluent in English right?" the blond haired girl carefully asked. "yeah..." "oh okay, just checking you know? It's been awhile since we saw an experiment- I mean, someone who could actually speak English." "right." I quickly scanned the cell. They were right. Except for a big puddle of blood, Harou was nowhere to be seen.

"looking for your cellmate?" Omega stepped out from the shadows, his face grim. I nodded. "any chance he's part Asian?" my expression spoke before I could. His face darkened even more than before. "We saw him being transported to somewhere- remember Claire? The guy who kicked the Whitecoat in the groin?" I didn't know if I should laugh or cry. "ohh! Yeah! But he didn't look like he was hurt..." Omega shook his head. "his shirt." "what about it?" "remember what color it was?" "er... Red?" "dark red, I noticed how it was blotchy in places, like as if it was dyed. I think that was actually his blood." they turned around to look at me, who had gone as pale as a ghost. "h-his shirt was g-grey.." I stuttered, just what did they do to him? If he was bleeding so much, why didn't he wake me up?

"sorry." Claire said quietly. I took an involuntary step back. No. Harou wasn't- I refused to believe- that he was, he was- "look on the bright side, he's probably better off than us anyway." Omega suggested. Claire smacked him on the head. "hey!" "you call that comforting? Jesus Christ." "well... Sorry, but I don't think there's any hope for him to come back." another smack. "what now!" "you just shut up. Boys." she added the last word as if it was an insult. But I didn't really care. I'd just slept through while Harou, my friend, the one who had tried to protect me so hard, had taken his last breaths somewhere in a cold dungeon. What have I done?

The two stood there, trying to comfort me, but I wouldn't listen. I couldn't. I just slumped on the spot, gruesome images of Harou being tortured to his death forming in my mind, one horrible method after another.

HAROU

"where's the sleeping drug?" "what? It's used on her you idiot!" "no, you dog head! There were TWO injections-" "which I used on the girl!" "ALL of them?" "duh?" "you-" "shut up! Both of you! We'll just take him quietly-" at this point I was wide awake and had realized what was going on. Not if I can help it. I thought with determination.

I shot up, hoping to surprise them, which I managed to do actually, but my next move was a total failure. I attacked the nearest Eraser to me, launching the hardest punch I could at his wolflike face, but after a mere flinch, he punched me back. Like, 100 times harder.

I think my body flew to the wall from the impact. My head was too dizzy to process anything. This guy was nothing like those Erasers I had fought in the park. This one was a monster. The female Eraser rolled her eyes. "what? He hit me first!" my attacker whined like a baby. Obviously the girl was the leader between the three.

"yeah but can't you see he's still one hundred percent human?" "so?" she sighed. "nevermind, just make sure he doesn't run off while we get him to the lab." okay, maybe my mind was still howling with pain, but I realized why they were in our cell. They had come to get me. There was really one thing I could do, I mean I didn't like it, but really, there was no alternative.

I screamed for Angel to wake up.

The two goons instantly started guffawing. After about five if-I-scream-any-louder-my-lungs-will-burst yells of Angel to wake up, I gave up. Angel must be under the effect of those drugs they were talking about. Crap. "seriously? Did this guy really scream for a chick to save him? Hahaha" my face reddened. "shut up!" "ooh look who's got attitude." they jeered. That was when I noticed that the door was still open behind them. If I could just grab Angel and slip out the door... "well, since you're awake you might as well as get useful and come with us quickly-" that's when my basketball drills came in to use.

I lowered my body, as if the person in front of me was a bball defender and quickly feinted to my left- then just as fast, exploded to my right. The three were way behind me as I grabbed Angel (she was pretty lighter than I had expected). "cya suckers!" I yelled over my shoulder as my right foot stepped over the iron bar gates of freedom- I wasn't a combo guard for nothing! Haha-

SNAP! Angel suddenly dropped like a sack of potatoes. My right arm had gone limp, and then the pain hit me. It was like a train hitting me head first. I couldn't even scream. Then I was flung back like as if I weighed nothing, slammed in to the wall, and slid to the ground, my right shoulder still burning with agony.

One of the boy Erasers smiled, his fangs all bloody and red. "you're pretty fast for human." the other sneered, grabbing the front of my shirt and slamming me into the wall, again. "and pretty tasty too." the one who had chomped off a huge chunk of my shoulder added. I was panting, I still couldn't scream. Blood was flowing down like a waterfall and I couldn't move my right arm at all. "suckers huh?" the girl grinned evilly, stretching out her deadly claws that must've been as long as my pinky finger. "you know what? I think we can have a little snack- don't kill him though, who knows what our sadist professor would do." she shuddered, still advancing at me with her claws. The other two were more than willing to comply.

And soon I was on the ground getting torn to bits and pieces by three hungry wolves. The entire time I was screaming, and only when I was crying like a baby did the girl stop. "had enough punk?" she gestured for her cronies to stop. "ya know, you ARE pretty tasty." she smiled as I winced, still afraid to look down at my chest. "pick him up and let's go. We've wasted enough time as it is."

I was literally dragged through the white corridors like a sack of potatoes. "you know kid, you're not so bad after all." the red haired girl suggested, as we stopped in front of the lab. From just being outside of the crazy asylum, I could feel the madness creeping from it. It made me afraid. VERY afraid.

"maybe I'll let you be my lapdog if you survive the professor's experiments." I did not like how she said experiments- plural, not singular. Nor did I want to be a 'lapdog'. "well, adios kiddo. Nice meeting ya." the guy snickered as he slowly opened the door.

It was dark and creepy, but it wasn't quiet. There were screams everywhere. Blood curdling screams that made my blood chill from just hearing them. The deeper we delved in, I could see more results of the 'experiments' locked in cages. Some had tentacles, some had extra pair of body parts, most of them were unrecognizable as human beings. But all of them had one common feature: they were all gruesome.

That's when I decided, I'd rather die than become something like that. I struggled with whatever strength I had. "haha don't fret kid, it's too late anyways." "who's there?" a woman stepped out from a room carrying an unconscious girl. And just as the door closed behind her, I caught a glimpse of a large splatter of red on the floor. It was fresh blood.

"professor Brigid, the subject you required." "Ah yes, wonderful, thank you darling." the way she talked, it was like as if we were at an elementary school. The most bizarre, and freakish elementary school in the entire world. "Omega, say hi dear, where are your manners?" she sharply pulled on a metal chain in her hands, and a boy, probably no older than me, dragged into view. "h-hello." he managed, coughing up blood. The sight was enough to freak me out. "that's more like it. Take Claire and Omega back to their cells." she handed the unconscious girl and the chained boy to the female Eraser.

I saw a chance and I took it. I kicked as hard as I could to my captor's one weak spot we men all shared. Between the legs. He howled and dropped to the floor, rolling around screaming. I was free to sprint- and I actually did, but after three steps, I couldn't go on, I just fell. I couldn't help it, my legs weren't strong enough to support me from all the beatings back at our cell.

The professor laughed. "I see this one has some spirit! It'll be fun to slice this one." "why you little-!" the Eraser on the ground limped towards me, preparing to rip my head off. "stop." the one word was enough to hold back the Eraser. "you were given orders I believe, Rabie." he paled. "y-yes. Of course master." he and his pals quickly ran away with the two 'experiments', leaving me alone with the professor. Her cold fury vanished just as fast as it had came.

"well now, let's get started shall we?" no let's not. I thought hopelessly. "oh, my, where's your spirit darling?" she smiled as she roughly held me up. I blinked. What the heck? Did she just-? "read your mind? Yes of course." she laughed at my completely nonplussed expression. Still laughing maniacally, she dragged me in to her lab, and yes, I was scared. I was so scared, in fact, now I believed Angel wasn't a complete idiot for pissing herself. She knew what was going to happen to her... Except I'm just going to be the first.

And it didn't look like it would be much fun.

Well life just sucks sometimes doesn't it? "oh no dear. This is a gift, a rare chance that only selected individuals get." the mind reading freak of a scientist was still rambling. Another blindly burst of pain shot through my right arm. "watch your words honey, cuz in a few hours, well, let's just say I won't be a freak- not when compared to you." screw you. Another violent slash. "pity you can't scream, I'd love to hear your voice yell until it cracks, such a lovely sound by the way, the voice of a dying young man." this woman was completely whacko. Like, no joke.

She sighed, but didn't cut me open this time. "that's because I'm ready for your 'treatment'" she said softly, her voice excited as if I was a Christmas gift under a tree. It made my skin crawl. How did I end up here with this psychotic excuse of a human? "and you know what? Because of your mouth, I think I'll teach you a lesson" the tape that had been holding my mouth shut was torn off. And yeah, it hurt, but nothing like the injuries I obtained today. "oh trust me, this 'treatment' will leave you begging for me to stop. Which I won't by the way- even if you die during the process. Which is actually-" I could hear her shuffling through her notes. "93 percent likely to happen" I could just imagine her sick grin spreading across her face like a toad's. "tsk tsk. Ready my dear?" "screw you. When I get out of here, the entire police will-"

My words were drained in an animalistic scream that I never knew I could make. The pain was unbelievable. It was like my entire body was on fire- slowly burning it's way to my most inner organs. "yesss feels nice doesn't it?" she yelled over my screams, apparently overjoyed. "oh and did I tell you? This is WITH antiseptic drugs. Soon even they will stop working because-" I heard something fall, a shattering of a glass bottle perhaps. "that was the last of my narcotics."

How long had time passed? Hours? Days? Weeks? The pain never left me, it was always there, always greatening by the passing second. From an inferno to a thousand stabs of needles, I could clearly imagine my body being mutilated. But I couldn't even scream anymore, I could barely think. Thank god that I had this, whatever I had, covering my eyes, cuz otherwise I probably would have had to actually SEE the crazy professor tear me apart. "oh that's not a problem." she said gleefully. And just as she started to insert another tube down my throat, she leaned over, and tore away my blindfold.

"there, isn't it lovely?" the image before me was more than I could take. My eyes rolled up into my skull, but still the vivid image wanted to make me throw up. Except I had nothing to puke since I hadn't eaten anything for the last week or so. "yes, pretty, I know." she smiled as is she carefully pushed in another injection with the needle size of a drill. When had I started whimpering like a puppy? Or beg through my cracked voice for her to stop? Better yet, fir her to just kill me?

"but the fun's just getting started!" she yelled maniacally, cutting me open with a medical knife, literally, as blood sprayed everywhere- my blood. I wish I could just black out, or just die right there. Anything to stop the pain.

"but I told you I'd never stop! Silly boy." she cackled as my eyes rolled up into their sockets once again, my body jerking helplessly as the steel bindings held me down. This must be hell. "oh no dear, it's much worse than that!" she replied joyfully, blood spraying into her face while I continued to scream in silence.