A Blade Cuts Deeper than the Needle.

Everything was still pitch black. I could smell the scent of propane in the air and it feels as if more was coming in the in the room every passing minute. I also heard the sounds of chains hitting each other. Then unexpectedly I heard a dim, yet loud scream of a woman. I could not tell where the scream came from for I still could not see. After what seem to be a few minutes, my vision slowly started to come back to me. When my vision was, restored, I wished that it had never come back to me. I was on my knees and my legs were weak I could barley move a muscle in my legs.
My entire arms were warm for some reason. I looked at arms to see that I my wrists were had been chained and they were bleeding pretty badly. Whoever did this must have put small sharp studs along the inside of the wrist cuff. Where am I?  I thought. I tried to yell for help, but nothing came out expect whispers. I took a deep breath, cleared my mind, and thought things through. My first thought was where was I? I closed my eyes to relax. Then unexpectedly there was a huge door slam. I looked in the direction from where it came. A man was standing about 5ft away from the door. He was wearing a white lab coat, and black pants. "Oh! What do we have here." he said in shaky voice that would send chills down my back. "Sorry for being late I was a little preoccupied." "Who are you?" He walked a little to my left. Then he looked at me and continued to talk, "I'm Dr. Bert, Head Director of this fine establishment." "Where am I?" I asked him. He told me not to worry about it. He made a smile to me that would haunt me for years to come. I saw a man behind the doctor and he was wearing black baggy pants. The pants were stitched up in different areas of the pants; he was also wearing a black T-shirt with a blazer on, while holding an M-16. He was very intimidating. The doctor turned around to a small table, but I could not see what was on the table. The man holding the gun was guarding the door gave me a mean look as if he did not like me. "I hate your kind," he said in a very mean tone. "What do you mean by my kind?" I asked. "Americans, I hate Americans like you, I hate you all," he said in that mean tone again. "What nationally are you?" I asked him. "German." he said. "Get used to my face because we kicked your fucking ass.” He suddenly gave me a look as if he wanted to kill me and he drew his gun at me and shot me in my right kneecap. I screamed as loud as I can the doctor turned towards me “Shut Up!” he yelled at me. "Robert I told you to stay quiet and stay still!" the doctor yelled. He continued to yell at the man in German. The doctor turned to me and walked towards me. He kneeled down and stared directly into my eyes. "I' am so sorry about that. Are you in pain?" he said. “Not really.” I said in a sarcastic tone. “That’s wonderful.” He said. He reached down into his left pocket and took out a syringe that was filled thick, black liquid in the container. It looked like something alive was moving in it like a worm or something. “Robert!” the doctor yelled. The man came behind me, grabbed my hair, and pulled my head back. I struggled with the man but his brute strength won. “Don’t fight back, it will only make the process more painful for you.” He said. He jabbed the needle on my right side of my neck about a few inches under the chin. I screamed in pain as if I was being stabbed in the back, three times. He pulled the needle slowly out of my flesh and whispered in my ear “Long live the King.” Then everything went black. I’m dead. I thought to myself.