She would see him again today; Dr Kirkland had said so in their session yesterday. She wanted to show emotion, to show him that she was interested in him, perhaps if he knew, he would save her, they could get out of here together. But she couldn't, Dr Kirkland would be watching her like a hawk, she knew he would. Perhaps her thoughts were to be her only escape, realistically, her and Ryan could never be.
The seating plan remained the same as yesterday, she sat in her chair, Michael opposite her now with a smug smile and Ryan to the side of them. At first, she held her eyes firmly to the ground, not looking at him but she couldn't help herself. His face was beaten badly, one arm sealed up and the other watching her, eyes locking for the briefest of moments as she turned her attention to the floor once more. His arms and legs were shackled into place this time, iron chains wrapped tightly around him.
Another doctor was present today, she presumed her to be Ryan's, her long dark hair was pulled into a tight bun, and she tapped quickly onto the computer in the room. she could feel the tenseness in the air.
'So, what's on the agenda today, docs?' Michael's voice was full of arrogance as he spoke. 'Who is the lucky ducky today?' he laughed, loudly, it took every ounce of her not to roll her eyes at him. She glanced towards Ryan, his one eye fixed solidly now on Michael, she could see the hate in them.
'We thought we would try something different today.' The female doctor, spoke now, she was very formal, straightening herself up as he motioned towards the nurse to bring in the weapons. 'We want you to choose.' She motioned at the three of them, smiling sickeningly at them all. Something about her didn't sit right with her, she felt more afraid of this woman than the other two doctors combined.
'You want us to choose?' Ryan spoke this time, his voice was smooth, deeper than she thought it would be, but she could hear the disdain in it.
'Yes. Why don't you go first Ry-Ry!' she giggled like a schoolgirl, the nickname 'Ry-Ry' felt uncomfortable for her, even Michael across from her seemed uneasy. The nurse took the weapons over to the doctor, who started picking around inside it.
'You have the choice between… this mace and this pair of scissors. What do you choose?' Charly and Michael looked at one another, this woman was more insane than all of them. Her grin was positively manic.
Ryan remained silent, taking his eye to the floor, ignoring the woman at his side. She could hear the annoyed tic sound she made at the response. 'Fine. Michael, mace, or scissors?'
She could see the cautious look in Michael's expression as he looked between the heavy mace and the small scissors. 'Scissors.' His voice came quietly, the quietest he had been since their sessions had begun.
'Wonderful! Now then Michael, next choice! Ryan and Charly?' her smile was now dangerous, she could see Ryan's head whip up at her, anger in his expression.
'Your sick bitch!' he pulled at the iron restraints, unable to move but the female doctor ignored him. Michael was smiling at her now, he was now enjoying this as much as she was. He slid his tongue over his yellow teeth as he looked at Ryan and then turned to Charly. A deep throaty laugh escaped him as he gazed in Charly's direction longingly.
'I choose blondie.' His smile made every ounce of her want to throw up, but she contained it, locking eyes with Dr Kirkland in the corner of the room, who was watching carefully.
'Fuck you. Choose me not her!' Ryan's voice was raised, angry as the iron restraints on his chair pulled at his skin.
'Now, now Ry-Ry, you had your chance to choose.' Michael spoke sarcastically at him, revelling in the new nickname.
Charly watched the female doctor in front of her, the scissors were only small, but they could still do damage. She flicked between her and the other two, Michael laughing but Ryan continuing to fight his restraints, anger in his expression as he looked between herself and the doctor.
The female doctor bent down, getting close to Charly, eye level in fact as she brought the scissors to her face. Opening the blade, she lined it up to her right eye, but she remained motionless, stoic, unmoving.
'Not the face!' Dr Kirkland had been the one to interject at this point. Aiming to protect at least the only part of Charly that had not been damaged.
'Very well.' She brought the scissors down, to the nape of her neck, just above her collar bones as she pressed the blade against her skin, deeper until she felt the blood drip down over her patient uniform. She pulled the scissors across to her shoulder. Each time, making a sawing action with the blade as she did so. The blood stained her clothing, but she continued to make eye contact with the doctor, unmoving, stoic, not even a flinch. The doctor smiled at her in response.
'I like this one Kirkland. You have her well trained.' She smiled back at him, before bringing her face closer still to Charly.
'Now then, your turn, which weapon, which patient?' Charly remained silent, but her eyes remained cold, bearing into the doctors in return.
Ryan watched her, it was unnerving. When Michael had spoke about her indifference to the torture, he thought he was talking nonsense. But here she was, completely unbothered by it. He admired her. His hatred for women hadn't changed, there wasn't a single woman in his life that hadn't hurt or taunted him, but this girl was different. She wasn't like his mother, the nurses or even the prostitutes he had come across. She was the furthest thing from the demon doctor leaning over her now. She was innocent but strong. He had an overwhelming urge to protect the girl in front of him, for the brief time he had known her, she had become important.
He watched her, as she glanced between the mace and the blood strained scissors. Her neck wound continued to bleed, if the doctor hadn't known basic anatomy, he was sure he could have nicked an artery, killing her instantly, but she didn't. Dr Jameson, the female doctor was impressed with her, he could tell. Her eyes lingered on the mace, gaining a sadistic smile from the doctor. She waved it around in her hand, motioning between Michael and himself, he hoped she would get her revenge, hoped she would wipe the smug smile of Michael's face, but what if she chose him. Perhaps this girl wasn't what he thought she was. He had gotten her into trouble during their first session as well. Perhaps her revenge would be against him, not Michael.
She watched as Dr Jameson waved around the heavy mace, waiting for the next question, who she would choose for this next stage of the session. It was an easy choice, Michael. But the question she asked surprised her.
'Now then, who should I use this against? Ryan or you?' she smiled sadistically. Michael laughed at the question; he was enjoying every moment. Ryan beside her was just as shocked as she was, she could hear a guttural growl coming from him as a response. She knew what the doctor wanted her to say, her eyes glancing quickly to Dr Kirkland behind, watching cautiously. The doctor would not get what she wanted.
In fact, she would get what she least expected, Charly smiled at her. Mimicking the doctor's, earning a shocked response. She would not look at Ryan, even the slightest glance would be an answer to Dr Jameson. She glanced at the mace in her hand once more, and then smiled again, closing her eyes with the smile on her face.
Ryan watched; he had expected her to look his way. He would forgive her, a decision between himself and her, even he wouldn't be sure to choose himself. But when she smiled, exactly as the doctor did in front of him and closed her eyes, he knew her response. He saw the doctors smile leave her face, an angry expression in return as she brought the mace above her head, smashing down against Charly's thigh. An audible crack was heard, the mace had crushed the bone in her thigh, but the smile remained on Charly's face. Dr Jameson took a step back, her neat bun became loose, hair covering her sweaty forehead she watched as Charly opened her eyes once more, locking eyes with the doctor before looking back to Dr Kirkland, uninterested almost.
Dr Jameson laughed, a manic laugh, much like Ryan's. 'Incredible. Fucking incredible.' She panted slowly as she dropped the mace, applauding slowly in Charly's direction. 'You've outdone yourself Kirkland.'