The Surgeon

Part 1: You're mine

      My friends and I choose a new club to go to every Friday night, which there is no shortage of in San Francisco, California. Normally it's like a game the first one to throw up loses and the first person to find someone to go home with someone they met at the bar wins.

      As usual we were all on our third or fourth shot and the music was so loud I could feel it vibrate in my chest, my friends wanted to go dancing. I wasn't really feeling it so I told them I'd meet up with them later. I ordered a pint and gulped it down as I turned to watch my friends doing there so called dancing; it honestly looked a lot more like they were jumping while flailing their arms about.

      It was all going good when I saw a man staring at me from across the room, I never won the game amongst my friends and I so this time was determined to. I downed another shot and walked over to him obviously stumbling a bit along the way. He greeted me with a flirtatious smile and asked for my name.

    "My name is Amber, what's your name?" To which he responded with a grunt and offered to buy me a drink, which I hastily accepted.

     He wasted no time in dragging me over to the bar and ordering a whiskey for himself and a vodka crans for me. He talked to the bar tender for a while longer and handed him a small baggie and little more money than those two drinks cost but at that point I was too drunk to care.

     As soon as the bartender handed me the drink I took two large gulps before putting it down. I tried to spark conversation with the man again but it was pointless he only responded with the occasional grunt and head nod. I was starting to feel a bit strange but thought nothing of it and just finished my drink so I could go dance with my friends, now that think about it I haven't seen any of them in a while. I don't think they would have left me here, oh well I thought as I took the last swig of my drink. The man that bought me the drink was now staring at me with a sinister smile on his face. I tried to speak but only gibberish came out of my mouth. My vision started to get blurry and all I wanted to do was get out of there. I tried to use my arms to push the man off as he grabbed my upper arm and thanked the bar tender for helping him out while handing him a hundred dollar bill.

     He was walking me out of the club as my vision started fading in and out of black. The last thing I remember before passing out was him pushing me in to the van while bursting in to a sinister yet maniacal laughter.

    Cold. That's all I can remember ever since I woke up. It's too dark to see, but I hear the occasional clink of a chain when I inhale deeply. I can hear someone coming down the stairs and with the flick of a switch a bright light being shown in my face.

     After my eyes adjust to my new light source, I quickly look around and all to soon lock eyes with my tormentor. A grim feeling spread throughout my whole body as I stare in to the same cold ice blue eyes. He is dressed head to toe in dark blue scrubs now and he called himself "The Surgeon" and he did not waste any time proving his title to me by bringing an ice cold scalpel to the center of my stomach and slicing through each layer of skin, fat, and muscle to get to my organs.

    As he reaches for my organs, I cry out in sheer terror and agony. I try to move my limbs to protect myself, but they are chained to the table.

    I once again strangle on my own screams as he reaches into my midsection and starts to pull out organs. I watch as he removes a part of my liver, takes one kidney all the while I can feel everything. I was fading in and out of consciousness silently praying for death to escape the agony that was embracing my very being. I wanted to know why, no I had to know why. With much effort I forced myself to ask "Why me?" just as I was about to give up on listening for an answer he said "For fun."

"For fun? That's the reason for all my torment so far? When I get out of these chains I'll kill you 'for fun'".

   With a dark chuckle he turns off the light and closes the door. I cried out in the frustration of not being able to do anything to save myself. Maybe there is... I tense and un-tense my wrists and feel that it slightly loosed the poorly fastened chains. After what seems like hours, I could slip both my arms out to unfasten my ankles and in no time I was free. I carefully yet painfully walk across the floor to the door. Something was off, this was too easy, I saw what was happening all too late as my finger tips touched the door knob and an agonizing jolt went through my whole body as I fell unconscious to the floor.

   I woke up to the surgeon's face inches away from mine. He placed a damp cloth over my nose and mouth. As my vision starts tunneling in, I hear one last thing...

"You're mine."