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You awoke to find yourself in a cell, four grey walls, no bed, only a bucket in the corner. In front of you stood a surgery table covered in dried blood and other bodily fluids. Despite the various surgeon's tools littering the place, the presence of various mechanical equipment and electrical wires told you this was not a place where people were cured. Little did you know that the truth would be far worse than whatever you were imaging at the time.
In desperation to understand the situation, you tried to recall what terrible fate had befallen you to lead you here. The last thing you remember was walking along a woodland trail before being attacked by what you would best describe as a rabid man who stank of wet dog. Maybe this was his sick torture chamber? A voice suddenly filled the room, and with that you instantly recalled that it was this voice which had commanded your attacker to halt, saving you from being ripped limb from limb in the woods. Unfortunately, blood loss had gotten to you before you got to see your saviour.
You were taken out of your thoughts by the sound of a key in the cell next to you.
“Lord Heisenberg, please, I have always served Mother Miran..” The young man’s voice was instantly cut off as he was unceremoniously thrown out of the cell by a tall, scruffy looking, grey haired man.
“Dont you fucking dare say the name of that stupid bitch here.” The man, who you now knew as ‘Lord Heisenberg’ (what cocky bastard calls himself lord) growled as he spoke.
“It's your disgusting dedication to that bitch which made me choose you. I will enjoy watching you destroy her.” He turned to the cells.
“Now let's get on with the show shall we! The other prisoners will want to know what is in store for them.” You decided now that everything this man said was ridiculously cheesy.
You watched as Heisenberg lifted the man under his arm with ease, carrying him to a soiled patient chair. You noticed his victim wasn't even fighting, just sobbing in despair. You got the idea that he knew a lot more about his fate than you did. The man was soon strapped into the chair.
“You village zealots are always so boring, that bitch Miranda has really got you brainwashed good, you could at least start begging your wonderful Lord Heisenberg to spare you.” The bastard had a big shit eating grin on his face and you could almost see the twinkle in his eye behind his stupid sunglasses.
His victim did as he was told, as if years of brainwashing and devotion had finally kicked in as he started to pray, beg and grovel to the man that stood above him. Heisenberg just laughed.
“What a performance, bravo! If only outsiders could be so polite”. You could swear he looked straight at you for a moment. It was now that another prisoner in a cell to your left also started to pray, which was to the immense enjoyment of Heisenberg.
“Ok ok! As much as I enjoy this, there is work to do.” you couldn't help but notice the dark gravelly inflection of his last words.
As the adrenaline from waking up started to wane, the pain of your wounds started to reveal itself as you looked down and saw dark red blood stains on your torso. Tenderly lifting your top you could see what looked like a deep dog bite, bruised and still oozing drops of deep crimson blood. Other smaller bite marks ran up your arms to your shoulders. You hoped that infection would take you before this ‘Lord Heisenberg’ got to you.
Before you could tend to your wounds you noticed a knife fly through the air before hovering above the eye of the restrained man. The prayers of the man in the cell next to you became shouts, a continual begging for forgiveness regarding a myriad of minor sins.
Heisenberg snarled, “Ok, you can shut your hole now, no amount of praying will save you.” The man continued. “Shut the fuck up now, that's an order!”
Well, this man wasn't taking orders right now, he really had been brainwashed well. The subject on the table was left quivering under the floating knife as Heisenberg stormed over to the devoted man’s cell.
“You aren't even worthy of being part of my army if you aren't going to take the most basic fucking order!” the man was dragged out his cage and thrown to the floor. Heisenberg smiled and looked along the wall, you could only imagine the multiple cells to both sides of you.
“Now, a warning, and you better all be watching closely. This is what happens to fuckers who don't obey orders.” A huge hammer that had been sitting up against the wall on the other side of the room was suddenly within Heisenberg’s grasp.
It was in this moment, as he stood close to your cell, that you saw the details of Heisenberg.
He was ridiculously tall and wore dirty clothes covered in oil, blood, and a myriad of other stains which you could only guess were the body fluids of his victims. He wore thick old leather gloves which you thought wouldn't allow for any precision on the surgeons table. However, with the weird powers he seemed to possess, did he even need to use his hands? His hair was grey and just as greasy as the rest of him and you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the fact he was wearing sunglasses and a hat inside a damp dark room.
Before you had a chance to take anymore of him in, he slammed the hammer onto the poor man’s head which collapsed with a sickening squelch. The crushed face twitched in front of you, one eye was halfway out its socket, brain juices leaked onto the floor. You thought that you should start praying, surely this quick death was better than what the other man was about to endure. Unfortunately, you quickly noticed this man wasn't dead, you could see contorted terror and pain on what was left of his face. His body spasming alongside the groans of laboured breathing.
Heisenberg laughed “You really thought I'd let this pathetic whelp die that easily! I am a professional, you know. Now back to work!” You felt sick, you were in hell.
As entertaining as the interruption had been to Heisenberg, you could tell that he wanted to catch up with his work.
“Now I trust I have your attention, please enjoy the show, you will be lucky enough to be in this poor fucker’s situation soon”. You could tell he was pleased with the sarcasm. Without any physical input, the knife jammed straight into the man’s eye, causing him to scream in agony.
“Where is your precious Mother Mirander now?” Heisenberg laughed as he carved through flesh. It didn't take you long to realise that there was a much more surgical way he could have achieved whatever he was doing, he just wanted to work in the slowest and most painful way possible. Once half the victim's face was well and truly mangled, Heisenberg started grabbing electrical wires and shoving them in the hole, all whilst making stupid one liners and mumbling to himself about how much of a genius he was. This man was well and truly insane. It's at this point that tiredness started to take over. You were in shock not only from your bite wound, but from the overwhelming trauma you had just witnessed. As you fell to sleep, you couldn't help but hope you would never wake up.
Unfortunately, you did wake up. The man whose head was caved in was gone, but his blood and brain matter still covered the floor in front of your cell. Heisenberg's surgery subject was still laied on the chair, now an unrecognisable mixture of man and machine, patches of skin crudely stapled over exposed muscles. Your own wound was pulsating and radiated heat, your mind was fuzzy and you started to shiver. At least infection would kill you soon, thank god.
“Wake up! Let's take a closer look at the newcomers.” Heisenberg’s voice rattled in your aching skull. He visited three cells to your right before he got to yours. You tried to listen to what was happening to the others but whatever stage of sepsis you were in had completely broken your brain, making concentration impossible. Before you knew it he was leaning over and inspecting your dying body.
“You really thought you could get away with this, huh? It isn't your time to die just yet darling.” He chuckled before ripping your blood stained top off your body, his strength would be impressive if you weren't in such a fucked up situation. This jolt of activity was enough to send your body into fight or flight as the adrenaline made you realise the danger of your predicament. Every muscle screamed for you to run through the open cell door but you were frozen in terror and he knew it, the cocky fuck. His face was next to yours now, his hat, glasses and trench coat were gone but he was still just as intimidating and gross. His breath stank of tobacco whilst he himself reeked of oil and sweat with a weird distinct note of ozone. Heisenberg clearly hadn’t washed in months.
“You can't die yet, you haven't seen the show.” Out of nowhere he shoved a bottle of medicine down your throat, you wanted to spit it out but your body instinctively swallowed the first fluid it had gotten in days.
“Good girl.” he growled. Fuck no, you didn't like being called that. He then produced what looked like a container of ointment, or maybe just some sort of car lubricant, who knew with this weird fucker.
“Let's take a look, you should be thanking me that I stopped that Lycan before it did worse.” He proceeded to press his filthy black gloves against the wound on your ribs, you couldn't help but whelp from the pain. Hearing you seemed to stir something within Heisenberg, the look in his eye was almost animal like. You should have remained quiet. His fingers were suddenly jabbed deeper inside the wound, any healed tissue was now ripped open as you felt the rough fabric of his gloves snag against your exposed flesh. Your eyes darted around in pure panic, trying to find an escape so you could will your body to flee, it didn't take you long to notice the developing bulge in his trousers. Fuck, there's no hope for anyone who gets off on this shit!
Whispers between other prisoners distracted him, snapping him out of whatever fucked up plans he had for you, he grunted in annoyance before taking his hand out your wound. You were delirious at this point, the pain had been unbearable as tears streamed down your face and your head went light.
“You are the most obedient outsider I have had yet, I can't wait to explore more of your insides, but it looks like I have to go and teach the others a lesson.” He looked at you hungrily. “Hmmm, I think you deserve one last prize for being so courteous.”
Out of nowhere he shoved his filthy gloved fingers down your throat, you could taste your own infected pus and blood as you gagged, trying desperately to escape but he was too strong.
“Hold this for me will you.” He was mocking you. He took his hand out but the glove remained in your mouth. You instinctively spit it out and heaved, how many people’s bodily fluids had been on that glove? Before you could think, it was shoved back in your mouth, causing your head to hit the wall behind you.
“What part of ‘can you hold this for me’ don't you understand, you dumb bitch! And I thought we were getting along.” You were in so much shock that you couldn't help but obey. His hand looked surprisingly clean as he gathered some ointment and spread it tenderly over your wound. He was definitely staring at your bare tits whilst doing so though, gross. Then just like that, he ripped the glove out of your mouth.
“See, that wasn't so hard now was it.” There was that shit eating grin again. He quickly went onto the other cells as you drifted off into a deep, shock induced, sleep.
You awoke to find a bowl of water in your cell alongside some stale bread. Someone was slurping this shit down like no tomorrow a few cells down, but I guess there really might not be a tomorrow for you sorry lot. You went to move towards the food and realised how strong you felt. The wound had started to partially heal and the infection was cured, what kind of medicine did this man have that could cure sepsis? Weird.
The door swung open into the room containing your cells.
“Now that I have saved most of your lives, I will treat you to a first row seat to the awakening of this poor fuck.” You didn't really care, you were too busy drinking and eating. As much as you wanted to starve yourself to death, your primal instincts were too strong.
Heisenberg walked over to what remained of the man from the other day. You could swear you could smell the first stages of decomposition emanating off the body.
“Let's fire you up!” With that, Heisenberg flipped a switch embedded into the man’s flesh and gears started to turn.
The corpse stood up, the patches of stretched skin rippling over raw muscle tissue, saliva drooled out its mouth, pooling onto the floor as a low roar filled the room.
“Now for the fun part.” Heisenberg exclaimed proudly as a large drill which replaced the man’s arm began to spin into motion.
Shit! Now you knew what awaited you, all of you, you could hear soft cries from the neighbouring cells in between Heisenberg’s dumb laugh, he could probably hear them too and you bet he was loving it.
Instead of watching the rest of the ‘show’, you began to devise an escape plan. He left the cell door open the other day when he knew you were too sick to move, maybe you could fake illness and catch him off guard.
Weeks passed, you were never awake for the food and water delivery, but he would make sure everyone watched a new Soldat being made. There had been discussion between the cells, but this was mostly in a language you didn't understand. Today was set to be another experiment and you knew it was getting closer to being you, you had tried to act sick but whenever the fucker looked at you he would laugh. He knew your plot and you had started to lose hope. There wasnt time to starve yourself, you had been trying to gain strength for your escape attempt but maybe you should have stuck to wanting to die, you were up any day now and you would have to succumb to the torture. That night you cried in your dark cold cell, you wanted home, you wanted a bed to soothe the sores that had appeared from sleeping on the hard floor. Who was Mother Miranda, could she save you? Should you start praying? It didn't do those other fuckers any good.
A few hours later Heisenberg swung the door open
“That fucking BITCH! I hope she chokes on a fat cock soon enough, she fucking needs one.” Wow, sexism from the murderous psychopath, you were shocked! He stormed over to the cage next to you and swung open the cell without touching it. The cage bars broke off and became makeshift restraints for the prisoner within, contorting around their wrists followed by sounds of snapping and screaming. This prisoner was another relatively strong man, Heisenberg obviously had a type so why were you there?
The prisoner was swiftly lifted and slammed down on the table whilst screaming foreign profanities. The usual smile had left Heisenberg's face as he got straight to work. “Shut the fuck up.” Heisenberg smashed a fist into the man's head, instantly caving in his nose. The man just got louder.
“I said shut the fuck up you piece of shit!” A rusty axe flew across the room and instantly decapitated the man.
“Shit, fuck.” Heisenberg grabbed the head and proceeded to stitch it hastily back on, once re-attached a scalpel was plunged into the man's stomach, organs were then removed and replaced with wires and machinery. You envied this victim, he didn't get the gleeful torture of the others, you hoped that Heisenberg was just as angry when he got to you.
You didn't sleep that night, instead your brain tried to go through all options of escape, despite how futile you knew it was. You were ready to die, the trauma you had witnessed was too much for your brain to handle. Every night you would have the same nightmare of Heisenberg digging into your open wound and every morning you would wake up with the same aching pain in your side. The wound was black and yellow, still tender to the touch, not helped by the concrete floor you slept on. You wondered why he healed the prisoners if he would just use their mangled dead corpses anyway? Maybe he had too much pride to allow injuries not inflicted by him to kill his victims.
Shit! Footsteps, the heavy sound of his huge boots was unmistakable, murmuring from neighbouring cells went quiet. He walked straight to your door. You instantly started to hyperventilate, your heart felt like it was going to burst and tears instantly streamed down your cheeks. You wanted to be strong, to stay silent and bear the pain until you passed out, at least that was your plan. But the thought of a horrible inevitable death was overwhelming. Was it even death? Surely no one was inside those things he made.
He looked down at you and frowned “I thought you were the obedient one, after yesterday's idiot I wanted someone I could get along with, looks like I'll need to teach you to grow some balls.” He swung open the door and walked over to you, this was your chance! You jumped up to run past him but the door closed on your face without him even needing to turn and look at it. Your head rang from the sting of the cold iron hitting you with such force, you turned around and instantly smelt his unique vile scent causing the trauma of the other day to come flooding back to you, you couldn't move.
“For fucks sake.” Growling as he grabbed your hair. He was about to slam you into the wall when he paused. Oh shit, he was thinking! You hated when he did that. His hand let go of your hair and tenderly moved down to caress your wound. Oh god, tears and snot streamed down your face, not again.
“Is trying to escape the way you repay me for saving your life, I think you owe me one.”
You started begging “Yes! I'll do anything to make it up to you, just please let me...”
He interrupted you, “You don't understand darling, you can make it up to me by not fucking this up, no shouting, no begging, and stop fucking crying!” With that his fist slammed into your face and your ears rang. You knew by now that this was all part of the show, if he wanted people to shut up he would knock them out, instead he enjoyed the theatrics of being a fucking hypocrite.
With that he grabbed your hand and started leading you to the table, you could feel the stab of a knife in your back ready to plunge into you if you even thought about making another stupid escape attempt. You couldn't quite believe you were going to die like this in such a disgusting hovel. Then an idea came into your mind. Other prisoners had prayed, shouted and cried, but no one had talked or asked questions. Maybe taking an interest in the work he was so obviously proud of would be your salvation.
“What are you going to do to me?” Your voice was meek.
“Have you not been fucking watching.” He snapped back.
“Yes, I am a huge fan of your work, and I'd like to know what you are planning for me specifically.” Even you knew how dumb this all sounded.
He laughed, “Oh I was wondering when we’d get a fucking smart ass.” He was beaming. “Nothing works on me anymore, darling. But I'll bite.” He winked at you. “First of all, I have no room for any more big fans in my army.” This was definitely a smart joke in his mind, you had no fucking clue what he meant by that.
“First we have to choose where to put all of your machinery, for you darling, his eyes wondered hungrily down to your still exposed breasts, “I was thinking chest!” He turned to the cells and gestured to them with his hands, “Does everyone agree?” No one answered. “Sad boring fucks.”
This was it, there was no going back, so you got desperate. “Look if you let me live I will help you, I can be your assistant!”
“You're not original” he smiled as he got his tools ready.
“You don't have many women here, I can offer something unique, I can help lure people in for you”
“HA! As if you wouldn't run at the first opportunity, besides this hell hole has enough bitches to lure people in.” He was getting tired of you now, you could hear it in his voice. A scalpel suddenly floated above your eye. Shit, I thought he said he was going for the chest.
“One more stupid idea and the eye comes out, got it?” You nodded slowly in response. “Good girl.” He said in the slimiest voice you've ever heard, it made you sick.
“Now because you have taken such a keen interest, there is one thing you should know, you see, when it comes to installation into the chest cavity, it's best to break the sternum first.” Before you could think about what horrible contraption he was going to use to break your bones, he lifted up his clasped together hands and slammed them down with precision against your sternum.
Instinctively you gasped, desperately trying to get air back into your lungs but it was futile, you couldn't breathe. “ONE!” Heisenberg was loving this.
He then went in for another hit, this time you felt your whole body creak and palpitations thumped heavy in your neck. “TWO!” he was laughing through every hit.
Before you could think words blurted out “I..one..more” He paused, the scalpel came dangerously close to your eye.
“Come on, I'm dying to hear what genius plan you have now.”
“You can use me, for your pleasure, just keep me for that.” You could barely get your words out. You instantly regretted saying that, it was another stupid idea. Hadn't he already kept you for his pleasure, this was his pleasure. Maybe if this did work you'd try and escape again and he would get angry and kill you quickly. You wouldn't really be stuck here, this was just an excuse to allow you to take another shot at getting out of here. You'd escape or be killed before he managed to do anything sexual with you.
Through your desperate attempts to convince yourself that you had this all figured out, it soon dawned on you that the third blow had not come down yet and the scalpel was gone.
Instead he was just smiling at you. “Oh now I know who you are, someone so desperate that you'll subjugate yourself for me, and from an outsider to! It's usually only those sad village fucks who stoop this low.” You could see it in his eyes, how pathetic he thought you were, giving your life up to be his. “Every now and again I get one like you” he got close to your face, you were so desperate for air that you couldn't help but inhale his disgusting breath.
“I have always made sure they never regret anything more in their life.”
Pure terror washed over you, what had you done?
“THREE!” he suddenly stood upright and hit you again, harder this time, causing a sickening crack to emanate from your chest. You didn't get another breath in before he hit you again, crushing bones and breaking ribs. You couldn't breath and your heart was beating irregularly, the last thing you felt before passing out was yourself getting lifted out of the chair.