The Doctor

389236_402089656499552_897398763_nSara Jane opened her eyes. Light flooded into her pupils, temporarily blinding her. When her eyes adjusted to it, she lifted her head slightly to take in her surroundings.

The first thing Ms. Jane noticed is that she was strapped to a large slab of wood hanging from chains hooked to a dark, cobwebbed ceiling. The chains were heavily rusted and looked like something straight out of a horror movie. Thick, canvas straps pinned her down to the wood. Two straps on each arm, two on each ankle, and a large one tightened across her abdomen. She tried to struggle against them, but it was no use. That was all that the dust covered light hanging above her on a thin wire allowed her to see. Everything else was shrouded in shadows.

“Good,” a deep, male voice boomed from the darkness surrounding the light. “You’re awake.” A tall figure emerged into view. His hair was messy and sharp and he wore a dirty, mud covered jumpsuit. Safety goggles were worn over his eyes and a surgical mask covered his mouth and nose. He wore large, dark leather boots that made a pronounced thud sound every time they hit the floor.

Sara tried to speak, tried to ask him where she was or what he wanted, but she could not. Her throat was dry and numb. What was happening?

The man snapped on some nitrile gloves, stretching and adjusting them so that they fit snug on his fingers. They were lavender in color, but were hardly visible behind the dried blood that crusted them. Her eyes snapped wide open, and she once again tried to break through the restraints. Was this a dream? But it seemed so real!

“Shush, shush, shush,” the man said, softly soothing her. “Don’t be afraid. Just relax.” He snapped the other blood covered glove onto his left hand and pulled a stool up to the table. “Well, I have some good news and some bad news, Miss Jane.” He reached out and caressed her face, softly stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. “The good news? The procedure will be quick. The bad news?” He pulled his hand back sharply and reached into a breast pocket, pulling out a Leatherman that was about an inch thick. He flipped it open to reveal a pair of pliers. “It won’t be painless. Now, open wide.”

The lavender glove shot to her mouth and pulled it open, viciously. Ms. Jane was only able to make a slight grunting noise, and could not control her muscles enough to bite down on his meaty, rubber covered fingers.

This is only a dream. This is only a dream.

The pliers went into her mouth and grabbed hold of her front left tooth. He tightened his grip and twisted hard. The pain was excruciating and dull. The nerves in her root sparked with pain that was heavy and electrifying. She could taste the blood.

This is only a dream. This is only a dream.

A cracking noise sounded in her inner ear and the man pulled the pliers out, which now held a bloody disfigured tooth. He dropped it into a small container on a table next to him.

“Don’t worry. Only 31 to go.”

©Brendan Swogger 2012

Comment and tell me what you think. Wrote it in my free time during the last 15 minutes of English. I know I did my job when my friend shifted uncomfortably in her chair and gagged when reading. Should I go on and tell what happens next? You decide! Give me your feedback! 😉

About indiealtpdx

Writer for indie.alt and Vortex Music Magazine

Posted on 10/05/2012, in Short story. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Brendan, this is amazing! My teeth hurt just from reading that! I really enjoyed it though, your word choice was fantastic and the whole story flowed really well. You’ve got a talent!

  2. Katie Schultz

    That was really good! Especially for just being a little story you wrote in English! You are totally gonna be a bestselling author and I better get autographed copies of your books!

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