Escape IV- The Same

"One hundred and...one" I counted, my voice horse because of dehydration. The sound of the whip stopped and I listened carefully at him in the back even when my ears are ringing. I wanted to cry.

"Oh, we already come to a hundred. Haha." He laughed and I just kneeled the same, feeling the hot and wet liquid dripped down my back. He released my wrists from the shackles that keep my back at him and forced me to face the wall.

"It's fun, thanks." He said and I saw him smiling widely when he turned me around. I want to glare at him and bash his head on this very wall. He just say thanks!

Jesus Christ! His way of thinking is really twisted.

I thought I am the most evil person I will ever met in my life when I used to bully people in my teen years but damn, he should receive the crown and replace me on the title.

"Now, don't act like that. I just whipped you with a very mild one." He said but the pain on my back didn't just agree to that. I don't even have the energy to lift a finger.

Sure, it's really not that serious considering I am still conscious taking a hundred lash but it doesn't mean I deserve this. I gritted my teeth because of the pain that is now burning and the rage that is building up.

My eyes stubbornly form tears but I held them back.

He said that like I should be grateful that he go easy on me. This damned bastard.

I think I will run out of foul words because of this crazy man.

"F*ck...you," I managed to say as I spit on his face. Yes, I said I will go with the flow but damn it's just the start but I already want to rebel. My back hurts like crazy and I feel like I will collapse in any moment.

He's stunned for a moment and I prepared myself for him to hit me on the face or even bang my head on the wall. But he didn't do any of that. Instead, he laughed.

He laughed and laughed and laughed.

I wish he will choked with his own spit and die a shameful death.

But God maybe are sleeping right now because he didn't make my wish come true.

"That's hot." The crazy doctor said and I want to vomit on his face. "Unfortunately baby girl, I am already used to that kind of thing, I enjoy it now." He added and carry me to his shoulders like a sack of rice then he started to walk. "You're lucky you are not the first one to do that to me though. I couldn't control myself that time that I just bashed his head on the wall and hang him upside down until he dies." He said as I resist the urge to really vomit. It's like he's telling me how he do the dirty dishes.

"Where...i-is he now?" I asked weakly with a dried throat. Everything in me is in pain but I willed myself to stay conscious as long as possible. I don't know what he will do to me when I sleep.

And I don't want to try my luck.

"Well, he's still hanging upside down. Do you want to see him?" He asked with a very excited tone. "Nah. I will just take you there." He then insists with determination and I feel him taking a U-turn.

Oh God, he's hopeless.

"Look," His voice is that one of proudness. He then forced me to look up when he brought me down to my feet with him supporting me not to fall.

We are on another plain room with dull walls and in the center is where a man with a decomposed body, torn flesh and smelled like crazy, hanging upside down.

There's a pool of dried blood on his spot and it's too much that it painted the plain floor red. I shrink back, leaning on the crazy doctor in the process.

"What...the hell." I breathed, my chest is so heavy and I have difficulty in my breathing. The crazy doctor just chuckled and steadied me on my place.

"Is he not pathetic?" He asked me, whispering in my ears. "Now, let's go and give you rest for you to last long." He then said and this time he carried me bridal style. I didn't have time to protest and frankly I also lost the will.

I don't think I will last long.

He walked out of the room with me staring on the man in the center. The poor man had his eyes still open but his mouth is shut tightly, a proof that he endured everything until the very last end.

I wish you to rest in peace, You didn't deserve any of this.

I prayed in my thoughts. We didn't deserve this. Nobody deserve to be treated like this for fun. And now, I realized and reflected to myself if the victims of my bullying for years before thought the same.

Am I just the same as this crazy man?

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"Take that kid" I said as I give the nerd his daily dose of beating and he just cowered in the corner of the locker room. "Pathetic" I whispered right through his ears.

The faceless people I called friends laughed at my back as I stared at the perturbing sight in front of me.

Slowly the images morphed into more familiar one.

Me.

With my back full of scars from a whip.

Static sounds

I slowly open my eyes at the static sounds I heard but then it get louder and louder that I had to cover my ears.

"Hello." said the deep voice after the static sounds stopped. I realized that I am in a room with a single bed in the middle and four speakers around the every corner of it. Seconds later the door opened and the crazy doctor came in.

"Hmm, how'd like the way I wake you up?" He asked with his signature smile. At first glance you would not thought that his handsome man is twisted.

Alas.

"Terrible." I answered, thankful that I am not that weak like earlier. My back is still burning and my every limbs are shaking but I tried to stand up and when I did the pain on my stomach stopped me.

"Oof, careful." He reminded and I looked at him confused while I feel my stomach. There's something wrong.

What the—

"Ah, I want to congratulate you though. You are now a donor." He said and laughed. My pale face feels cold all of a sudden.

A donor?