My eyes were glued to the organ that now laid in the masked man's hand. My organ. My kidney. Blood seemed to ooze from it's surface, the hole in my stomach nearly forgotten. Black dots littered my vision once more as I tried to remain conscious. Another part of me wondered if I really should. It might just be easier to let go, and just float away peacefully while this crazed murderer kills me. But then again, why was he taking out my kidney? His grey lips were still twisted up into a smirk, seeming to take pleasure every single time I screamed, or a tear would drop from my eyes. I then watched as he lifted his hand, my kidney now right in front of his lips. His slender, pale tongue slithered through his lips, slowly gliding up the side of the organ. His tongue was drenched with red as he pulled back, smacking his lips as he tasted the metallic and salty tang. I stared, horror struck at the sight before me.

Not thinking it could get much worse, I paled at the sight of his head dipping down, his teeth biting off a large chunk of the organ. He then began to chew as the blood trickled down the side of his lips, down to his chin.

My mouth was dropped open, an expression of uttermost terror consuming me. A cannibal... he was a cannibal. And I was watching him eat me alive. His serrated teeth shredded the kidney like it was air, his lips still crudely turned up in that evil smile. He finished, having the audacity to lick his gloved fingers in my face.

"Delicious," he purred, followed by a chuckle. "Now, what should be next? Your liver? Appendix? What about a lung? It's all up to you," he sneered, pulling his mask back down so he could stare at me once more.

Those inhuman, empty eyes...

I was brought back into reality, my face nearly identical to how it was in that memory. Those same empty sockets staring down at me. His blue mask tilted slowly to the left as he cocked his head, deathly silence lingering in the air. I was frozen where I stood, my mouth hanging open yet no sound tumbed out. I should scream. I should fight, I should run! But, my limbs nor voice wanted to cooperate with my brain. I was left standing, inches from the man who has plagued my nightmares. And even though his face was covered, I knew that same smile was on his face. I blinked, hoping that when I would open my eyes he would be gone. He would just disappear and it would all just be my imagination. But when I opened them, he was still there. Like the strike from a snake, his gloved hand shot forward, gripping around my throat.

I began to cry, a choked sound gurgling from my throat as I clawed at his hand. "No, no, no," I bawled, it coming out muffled and short.

A deep chuckle rumbled from his form, his rough glove digging into the skin of my neck. "You saw me," his chilling voice purred, his other hand pulling out of his hoodie's pocket. There laid the all too familiar scalpel, the light sending a sparkling ray off its surface as he lifted it. My stomach churned at the sight of it, memories of it's fiery pain pounding into my mind one by one. He lifted it to my neck, laying it right below his hand. "And I just can't have that," he chuckled, his masked face turning side to side as he shook his head.

He didn't remember me... Well, that was a relief. I thought this was all just a sick form of revenge. Not even revenge, really, more like... unfinished business. But here he was talking about me seeing him in the car earlier? I must give the guy credit, he could track someone down. Then again, he did appear to be quite... animalistic. I couldn't find a way to reply to him. All that came out of my mouth was the frequent no's as I trembled. My vision began to get blurry as I stared at his mask, my eyelids getting harder and harder to keep open.

And then I collapsed.

When I awoke, my eyes opened to see nothing but darkness. I blinked, trying to look around yet everything was caked in black. The only thing that wasn't was the crack to what appeared to be a door, bright light flowing from behind it. I tried to stand up, but I then realized my hands were tied in front of me, along with my ankles. Trying my best not to panic, I fell forward onto my elbows and knees, slightly being able to now see the musty carpet that was underneath me. Beginning to crawl forward, I made my way to the crack at the door. Peeking inside, I instantly wished I hadn't.

Flashbacks hit me once more, the images flickering through my mind one by one. The metal cart. The cheap hospital bed. The IV. The medical supplies that were messily strewn about. The blood covered refrigerator that sat in the corner... A tiny squeak erupted from my mouth, my heart speeding up into a chaotic rhythm. I was back here... He brought me back to this place. I looked over, my wide gold eyes now seeing the man that was laid back in the chair, tears streaking down his face. The masked man was standing before him, his scalpel raised high before angrily ripping the man's abdomen open, just like ha had mine. Screams erupted from the poor man's mouth as he screamed and thrashed in the chair. It was no use. There was no way to get out of there.

I snapped my eyes shut, refusing to watch what was to come. I just... I just couldn't. And there was no way for me to help. Crawling as far away as I could, I curled into a small ball, slightly rocking back and forth. I was surprised I wasn't screaming and crying yet. Having a heart attack, or going completely insane. Or perhaps I was just in shock... That was probably it. Which meant it wasn't going to be a lovely sight when I came into terms with reality. I could still hear the man's screams as I wished I could cover my ears. Of course, my hands just had to be inaccessible when I needed them most.

The screams, shrieks and wails continued for well over an our. The masked man sure liked to watch his victims witness him eat their organs in front of their very eyes. How sick and demented... He wasn't human, he just couldn't be! No one eats organs. No one has that sickly grey colored skin. And no one could possibly be cruel and sick enough to be able to do what he was doing. Before I couldn't continue my personal rant, the heavy metal door swung open, banging against the wall. I could see the shadowed outline of the masked man, his form stiff as he faced me. I could tell his mask was slightly raised, the brightness of the room offering enough light to allow me to see the flesh that still hung from his teeth. He lifted his gloved, bloody hand, pulling his mask back down.

"It's your turn. Are you ready for your appointment?" he chuckled, darkly, twirling the scalpel in his hand.

Something in my mind seemed to snap then, just like I figured it would. And without my consent, screams began to tumble from my lips, one by one. Over and over again until my throat was raw. But even then, I couldn't stop.

It was all I could do.

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