A sudden burst of energy woke up in your mind, as you heard the offer of father. He had promised you freedom from the abandoned chemical plant, in which case the gang of the cult was located. A glimmer in your eyes as they prepared you for yet another torture.

Freedom? What was that? It sounded nice, like a warming sensation.

"Set," Claire looked towards the male from earlier, as he set the orders for torture. You smiled, causing your lips to crack from keeping your mouth sealed for a while. The filed teeth dug into your gums as pressure started cracking through your body. Belts and chains restraining you from moving, as a mechanical scapel cut effortlessly into your stomach. Dried blood was still on it, from two months ago, with this a same process. You could feel cold metal coming closer and closer to vital systems, overwhelmingly close.

"Inject." The male finally said, Claire instantly walked away.

The scalpel dug into your digestive system and slashed through what was left of stomach acid, causing you to wretch a foul scent of rotten blood and flesh. At anytime you felt as if you would die, but you resisted to keep feeling and holding onto consciousness. The belt buckles and chains fell to the floor, so did the limp body that was being restrained. Blood began to thickly cover the floor. The mechanical machine hissed out steam as if it were happy it's job was done, the male smiled. Satisfactory covering his whole expression, a wicked gnarled scar you hadn't noticed before, matted against his face and neck. Perhaps, he was like you? Or was he happy that he got to watch you suffer? Either way, it didn't bother you any. You just concentrated on the faint pulse of heartbeat, and the never ending cycle which blood fled from your system. How fun, this was even more exciting than last time, when they shocked your bloodstream and veins.