Captivity

I felt a heavy blow on my head before my vision blurred and me falling to the ground. A few minutes later I regained consciousness and I was on a table with both my hands and legs tied to the table. I could only turn my head to see what’s happening around me.

‘Anybody there?’, I hollered, but of no avail. Suddenly a door creaked open and a huge body with an athletic physique entered the room dragging a body along with him.

Looking at me, he said ‘Welcome to the facility, and you are among these subjects who will be tried and tested for my experiments ‘, pointing to few severed human bodies.

‘What kinda experiments?’ I asked him. He laughed, placing the body which he dragged along with him onto the table. It was a girl and she was alive. And then he closed the door, ‘Wham’ behind him and left.

‘We need to get out of here’ the girl hollered. ‘I know that too, but how…’

Within a few minutes we came to know that we are not the lone captives but two more people, all of them tied onto different tables were with us.

‘I was there at this place since yesterday’, said a voice introducing himself as Connor. ‘That guy who left a minute ago is the serial killer Thomas aka Tom. And he’s probably a doctor who instead of conducting experiments on caged animals, he will be using us…’

‘What kinda experiments….’ I asked him to which he replied, ‘I have no idea. He just gets the subjects and I hear them crying in pain before they pass out. And all I see afterwards are severed human organs and blood.’ And suddenly the girl started to cry. ‘Keep quite miss, we’ll find a way out…’ I assured her. ‘A way out…’ Connor laughed, ‘The only way out is to get along with those mutilated beings, that too dead…’

For a day we were all thinking of different ways to escape and when the sun dawned, Tom was back. He slowly opened the door and came near to my table. He pulled out a machete, when I thought he would thrust it into me. He moved to the next table where the girl was lying. He slowly raised the machete much to the dismay of the girl who was squirming under fright, but was instantly laid to rest and there was silence once again. After a few minutes he collected some blood samples and pushed the mutilated parts and the dead body to a corner where many such parts were lying. He then left the place once again.

Two days have passed. Connor and me were the lone survivors, atleast for the time being.

‘Why can’t we attack the serial killer and kill him…’ I replied. ‘We haven’t had food for almost three days. Our starved bodies will be no match against him.’

Pointing to the mutilated parts, ‘You see that, those are our only hope of escape…If we manage to free ourselves and then chop off one of our limbs, hide among the remains so that we’ll be cleared from the place, atleast we can get out, alive!!!’ Connor said.

Wriggling across the table and banging it onto the ground with all the strength left, we were able to push ourselves close enough to a scalpel lying down. Even as Connor was about to pick it up, the door opened and we pretended to lie unconscious as we always did. Tom was back again, this time with two bodies and their fate, same as ours, after tying them up to the tables. Tom walked to the corner and collected all the dead bodies lying down and pushed them into a sack before he left the room again.

The other two persons were already bleeding heavily on account of some injuries afflicted to them. Connor reached for the scalpel and cut our bounds after freeing himself. We dint have the strength to move across and so we slowly dragged ourselves towards a machete that was lying down.

‘No, I can’t do this’ I said. ‘You have to’. Connor replied showing his arm, and I close my eyes raising the machete and his hand fell down, with him wriggling under pain. It was my turn when he raised the machete and severed off my hand too. And in that deep anguish, we slowly crawled towards the corner, and hid ourselves behind the rotting parts.

A day has passed and Tom hasn’t turned up. Connor’s health was failing even as he bled heavily. I removed a piece of cloth and tied it to his hand to arrest the bleeding. Within a few hours, his wound was infected and he was almost dying in pain. ‘Please kill me…’ he requested, ‘I can’t bear this pain any more…’

‘Please Connor, some more time…Tom should be around the corner by now…’ I said. After a few hours, Connor was silent. I reached to him and was aghast to know that he passed away. My wound now started to pain. I think I too contracted an infection.
The door then opened and Tom looked around and came towards me. He pushed all the severed organs into the sack and started to walk off leaving me behind.

‘No.. please… no.. this is not gonna happen…’ I prayed when he turned back and looked at me. He slowly lifted me up and took me out of the room and then placed me on a table when he pulled out few dressings and bandages and started to clean up my wound.

‘My health is failing and I need someone to take over me’ he said even as he dressed my wound. And when he asked me to hold a bottle when he pulled out an injection, I realized that he too had a severed hand…….