The Witcher (ヾ????) was jolted awake from his unconscious state by the explosive impact of the potent liquor mixed with alcohol. Shivering and trembling, he reached out, crawling forward as he begged,
"Enough! Enough! Let me go! Let me go right now!"
Lynn, with a focused expression, sharpened his knife, smiling cheerfully,
"Go? My dear guest, are you joking? We've just finished the cleaning and disinfection, and the most important part of the procedure hasn't even been done yet. Take a look!"
"During the time you were unconscious, I made sure to relieve your mood by giving you a little makeover. Don’t you think it looks... quite nice?"
The Witcher turned his head, shaking in fear, to glance at the wound on his shoulder.
(ΩДΩ)!!
[The Witcher's sanity -20]
Instantly, the Witcher was done for.
On his shoulder, amidst the dark, gnarled bones, someone had carved a perfect "?" symbol.
It was so absurd, it almost looked... cute?
"Feeling more relaxed now?" Lynn asked seriously.
The Witcher (ΩДΩ) groaned, "I’ll kill you, you son of a—!! I swear, I’ll kill you!"
With trembling hands, the Witcher drew his revolver from his waist, aiming it straight at Lynn.
Swoosh—
Lynn quickly threw a knife, embedding it into the barrel of the revolver, whispering,
"Guest, the procedure’s not finished yet. If you kill me now, you’re being completely irresponsible. I’m saving you, and you want to kill me? Don’t you think that’s a bit... shameless?"
"I’m a doctor, and even if you want to kill me, you’ll have to wait until I finish the surgery!"
"I won’t allow my patients to leave halfway!"
Lynn adjusted his monocle with a serious face, and the lens caught a flash of light.
The Witcher trembled.
Bang bang bang—
He fired several shots into the ceiling, shouting,
"I warned you! Stop messing around with these shapes! What else do you want to do?!"
Lynn held up a small knife and said seriously,
"Bone scraping!"
...
Minutes later.
The Witcher trembled as he saw himself bound tightly with chains—somehow, Lynn had found chains from who-knows-where and tied him up like a giant dumpling.
"Why the chains?!" the Witcher snarled, "You think some regular chains can hold a Witcher?! You're delusional!"
Lynn, with a stern expression, adjusted his glasses,
"Guest, it’s not that I want to bind you. I’m just afraid you’ll lash out in pain during the procedure and crush me in the process."
"I might not mind dying, but if the surgery fails, it’s a huge disgrace to me, and it would be an even bigger irresponsibility to you. So, I had no choice but to take these measures."
Lynn moved behind the Witcher, holding up his small knife and saying seriously,
"Guest, I’m going to scrape your bones now! You need to bear with it! This is literally going to be excruciating."
"Hold on, let me prepare..."
Screeeee—
"AAARRRGHHH—!!"
The Witcher let out a long, blood-curdling scream as Lynn scraped his bones.
If the cleaning had been painful like rough meat being chopped, this bone scraping felt like someone repeatedly punching you in the groin—over and over, with no mercy.
"FUCK! YOU!! FUCK YOU!!!"
The Witcher screamed, struggling violently. The chains were about to snap under his strength.
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[The Witcher’s fear level +10]
[The Witcher’s fear level +10]
"Stop! Stop! It hurts! It hurts!!"
The Witcher yelled in terror, completely unable to hold back any longer.
Lynn grit his teeth, fighting to restrain him as he scraped away at the dark bones,
"Hold on! Real men never fear pain! Remember, short pain is better than long pain, just grit your teeth and it’ll be over soon!"
Screeeee—
[Knife skill +2]
[Knife skill +2]
The Witcher let out a piercing howl, his teeth sinking into the chains, sparks flying.
"Anesthesia... anesthesia!! Give me the anesthesia NOW!! I can’t take it anymore!!"
Lynn (╬￣皿￣) continued scraping,
"It’s too late for anesthesia now! I can’t inject it into your bones, can I? Just bear with it a bit longer, it’ll be over soon!"
[Knife skill +2]
"I’m not buying your bullshit!!"
The Witcher screamed, finally snapping the chains that bound him. He reached for his revolver on the counter, ready to shoot Lynn.
Seeing this, Lynn's patience wore thin.
What the hell!
I’ve been scraping your bones, and you want to shoot me?!
This is too much! Too much!
(╯‵皿′)╯︵┻━┻
Swoosh—
Lynn snatched the revolver before the Witcher could, jamming it into his mouth and shouting,
"Move again and see what happens!!"
"If you don’t cooperate, I swear I’ll shoot you!"
"I’m a doctor! You can insult my character, but you can’t insult my compassion for the wounded! I’ll give my all to heal you!"
Lynn roared.
The Witcher, trembling, held the gun in his mouth, his eyes full of fear as he cried,
I’m done! I don’t want to do this anymore!
For the first time in his life, the Witcher felt helpless in the face of someone else’s will, and it was all at the hands of a doctor.
This pain—
This is torture, pure and simple!
"Damn it (╬￣皿￣), I won’t waste time with you anymore, I’ll just bring in the big guns!"
Lynn rushed to the backyard.
Moments later, he emerged, holding an electric saw, gritting his teeth.
The Witcher (ΩДΩ)!!
[Sanity -10]
[Sanity -10]
"What are you doing?! No! Don’t come near me!"
The Witcher backed away in fear.
Lynn (╬￣皿￣) pulled the trigger on the saw, and it whirred to life, making a horrifying screeching sound.
"Your bones are too tough. Scraping them by hand will take hours. If we’re going to do this, we might as well go straight to the point!"
"With this beauty, it’s definitely better for you in the long run!"
"I’m doing this!"
"Wait! (ΩДΩ)!!"
Screeeech—
The Witcher's scream echoed into the sky, shrill and filled with terror.
[The Witcher’s sanity -20]
[The Witcher’s sanity -20]
...
Outside the door, a ghostly woman with long hair (￣︶￣) floated in, looking like a harmless customer.
But just as she reached the entrance—
Slap!
A hand suddenly grabbed her ankle.
Her face stiffened.
Looking up, she saw a pale, trembling Witcher clinging to the doorframe, the other hand grabbing her ankle, whispering,
"Help me… help me!!"
Then she heard the sound of the electric saw from behind the curtain.
Frozen, she slowly reached out a pale hand and carefully lifted a corner of the curtain.