The woman messed with the ivory dial on the radio, turning it to a station playing a smooth, yet static filled song. Faith immediately recognised it to be Luke, singing. Wonder struck her as she tried to figure out how the Surgeon knew the song would be playing at that very moment. Luke appeared to be equally baffled, for once not at ease at the sound of his own music.
The drums pounded passionately in the background, causing a tear to roll down Faith's cheek.
The Surgeon seductively kneeled next to Luke once again, flashing him a misleading smile. As slowly as possible, she pressed the blade into his chest, dragging it downward carefully. As he wrenched out of her reach, two powerful hands thrust him back against the couch.
Faith struggled to get to her feet. Salty tears rained down her cheeks.
"Stop it!" She screamed, "Stop!"
The Surgeon craned her neck, deftly pulling the knife from Luke's bare skin. Without saying a word, she ran the blade along Faith's jeans, slicing a thin, long, gash. Faith let out a scream and fell back to the sofa. She shook her head, trying to tell herself that this wasn't happening.
None of this was real.
Luke's cry brought her out of the self induced dream world as the Surgeon carved a series of shallow vertical lines running from his collar bone to the bottom of his ribcage. His eyes flickered to Faith in desperation.
"J-just say you're sorry," she whispered. Luke focused his attention back on the Surgeon.
"I'm sorry," he said, his voice wavering. The woman stopped moving and looked him in the eyes, grinning. She crossed her arms.
"I don't believe you. Would you be willing to prove it?"
At that moment, it was obvious that that was exactly what the Surgeon wanted him to do, but what else was to be done? Allow her to finish slicing them raw? Luke flashed a glance to Faith, who was nodding her head furiously.
"Y-yes."
The Surgeon cackled. "You'd be willing to make it up to me?"
"Yes."
She stepped back, laughing wildly. "You heard him, boys! Take them to the dressing rooms!"
Faith raised an eyebrow, wondering if she had heard the woman right. Dressing rooms? Sure enough, it was so. She was separated from Luke and pulled through a door into a small bedroom minus the bed.
It appeared to be a child's room. Whimsical butterfly wall paper adorned all but one wall, which housed a closet.
Faith, whose hands were still tied, was pushed into a corner while the single burly man occupying the room with her made his way through the racks of clothes. He selected a dainty white dress and held it up to her shoulders to compare the size. She would've laughed, had she not been in this situation.
After setting the outfit down, he spun her round and cut her wrists apart.
"Get dressed," the man growled.
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Luke found himself in a large bedroom without Faith, which worried him, seeing as nothing good ever happened while they were separated. Thankfully, the Surgeon hadn't followed and he was left with one of her men, who he'd seen all too much lately.
As the man lurched towards a closet, Luke went to sit on the bed, but stumbled backwards a little after realising that the furniture was missing. That was strange, he thought. Such a big master bedroom and no bed?
Luke sat straight up on the floor when the man angrily pounded a fist against the wall. He pushed clothes from side to side in a frenzy. Finally, the man sighed and whipped around to face Luke.
"Stay here," he instructed before stomping out into the hall. The man returned with the Surgeon following close behind. The mere sight of her made Luke cower back against a wall.
The woman didn't even give him a glance as she made her way to the closet, though Luke noticed she looked different. Closer to the way she was when he first met her.
Her matted black hair was pulled up into a ponytail; a ratty tangled ponytail, but still, it was something. Also, she had changed out of her stained white coat and into a flowing green dress, exposing her milky white arms and legs.
The Surgeon muttered to herself. "We don't have many options here, do we? Ugh, just use this. And these."
She threw a red flannel and a pair of black dress pants to Luke and promptly strutted to the doorway.
"Gene and I will leave you to change. I'll see you after the bachelor party!"
These words struck Luke like an arrow as his wrists were cut apart so he could dress in the clothes. Something felt wrong.
The bachelor party?
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fuschia
