White gloves peeled away soft bandage. The wound sat fresh across my stomach—a black gash surrounded by wet shades of red and dry purples. It had been sewn, but not with much care. I drank breath in short sips and scanned the green tile walls, the steel-framed hospital bed, the leather straps which bound my limbs.
I struggled to free myself, but escape was not to be accomplished. A deep breath desired inhale, but my lungs would not accept.
“Just keep clam.” I heard the words but they made no sense. Their speaker wore a sack over his head; a stained, white coat hung from his back.
I tried to scream for help, attempted to communicate with anything but frantic eyes, yet my voice fell silent within my throat.
“No, no, you won’t be able to talk,” the voice said, caressing my neck with hard fingers. “Just lie there, nothing else you can do.”
My jaw made attempt to bite his fingers but only managed to gum their latex covers. My teeth had been removed.
I mouthed questions; the sacked head only stared back with its blank, stitched expression.
My captor turned and went to the other side of the room. Metal scraped metal—a search for the right tool. The figure turned back to face me, head tilted. “Take comfort in the fact that none of this is in vain.” The sack lowered close to my ear and whispered, “I’m not going to eat you if that’s what you’re thinking.”
He shrugged and began to draw a line for the next incision. As he bent over I saw a chart of the human body and its organs taped on the wall, much like you’d see in any doctor’s office. But this one had clearly marked prices labeled for each and every part.
∼ Lee Andrew Forman
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