I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree - Chapter 93

“How are you feeling now? Try moving your fingers,” the doctor suddenly asked.

“Uh…” The masked man tried moving his fingers and found that he had completely lost feeling below his neck.

“Your anesthetic seems to be working really well. I can’t feel anything at all.”

“Good.” The doctor nodded in satisfaction. He quickly grabbed the masked man’s cheeks with one hand while reaching into the man’s mouth with the other, pulling out the poison capsule hidden inside.

“What are you doing?!” The masked man’s unease immediately surged.

“I noticed earlier that you had this in your mouth. Is this a poison capsule?”

“It’s standard procedure for me to check whether a patient is carrying anything dangerous. And clearly, this qualifies as dangerous.”

“…Put it back.” The masked man’s voice turned cold.

“That won’t do. What if the pain causes you to clench your jaw and break the capsule? If you accidentally die here, it would tarnish my career.”

“Then get on with the surgery!” the masked man urged.

“No need to rush. The potion hasn’t worn off yet,” the doctor said, pulling out a length of rope and securely tying the masked man to the operating table. He then pressed a button.

A staircase leading downward appeared behind the operating table, and the doctor wheeled the table into the basement.

“What are you doing?!” the masked man couldn’t help but ask. “Does performing surgery require tying someone up?!”

“Ah, my apologies, but tying patients up is part of my procedure,” the doctor said, washing his gloves with water before picking up the scalpel.

The light reflecting off the scalpel and the doctor’s glasses sent a chill through the masked man.

“You… you said you were waiting for the potion to wear off. What did you mean by that? And why are you taking me to a basement?”

“Let me answer your second question first,” the doctor said with a professional smile. “It’s to protect your privacy. After all, you’re an assassin, aren’t you?”

The masked man’s heart skipped a beat.

“Now, to answer your first question,” the doctor continued.

“The reason I’m waiting for the potion to wear off is so that you’ll start feeling pain.”

“That way, when I start questioning you, it’ll be much more effective.”

As he spoke, the doctor’s tone grew colder.

“Although I’m acting on someone else’s orders, I happen to be quite skilled in human anatomy. I know exactly how to cut flesh so that you won’t die but will feel excruciating pain.”

“So, when the time comes, it’s better for you to stay silent. That way, I’ll have a chance to study your blood vessels one by one and deepen my understanding of the human body…”

“Y-you… who are you?!” The masked man’s voice trembled with fear as terror took hold of his heart.

He tried to struggle, but having lost an arm and being weakened overall, he stood no chance. Moreover, the anesthetic potion had left him unable to control his body.

“I thought you might have figured that out by now,” the doctor said, holding the scalpel as he approached the masked man. “I’m an ordinary doctor by day, but occasionally, I take on assignments from nobles to interrogate suspects.”

“Ah, by the way, the anesthetic potion only numbs you from the neck down. You can still feel everything in your head, right?” The doctor lightly tapped the masked man’s cheek with the scalpel.

The cold touch of the blade made the masked man shiver uncontrollably.

Then, a sudden scream escaped his throat.

“AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”

His right ear was cut off in one swift motion. Blood spurted from the severed blood vessels.

“Apologies,” the doctor said calmly. “I place great importance on the cooperation of my subjects during interrogation. When you refuse to speak, it feels like a direct challenge to my authority.”

As he wiped the blood from the scalpel, the doctor looked down at the masked man.

“So, are you ready to reveal your identity, Mr. Assassin?”

“You… you’ll never get away with this!” the masked man spat, gritting his teeth against the pain. “You’re a demon!”

“Pfft.” The doctor chuckled, amused by the accusation. “I’m saving lives and healing the injured. How does that make me a demon?”

“On the other hand, you’re the one targeting innocent parents. If anyone here is a demon, wouldn’t it be you?”

When the masked man remained silent, the doctor pressed his head down and slowly began cutting into his face with the scalpel.

With each precise cut, the sharp blade sliced deeper. Soon, a piece of flesh was cleanly removed from the masked man’s right cheek.

The intense pain surged through his nerves and into his brain. The masked man felt as though he was about to lose consciousness.

At that moment, the doctor noticed the man’s body twitching violently.

“Oh? The potion is wearing off already,” the doctor remarked with a look of surprise before breaking into a smile.

“Looks like we can skip ahead to the next part.”

As the masked man’s full sensation returned, he felt a moment of hope, thinking he might regain control of his body and escape.

However, his relief was short-lived as his body, struck with waves of pain and weakness, refused to obey him.

The ropes binding him seemed to have been specially reinforced, leaving him no way to break free.

Then, an excruciating pain shot through his right thumb.

The doctor had bent it backward until it practically snapped.

“Now, tell me—where are you from, and who sent you?” The doctor’s voice remained calm and steady, almost pleasant. Hearing it, one might think he was simply having a polite conversation, not torturing someone.

“N-never mind that,” the doctor suddenly said, changing his tone. “On second thought, why bother with questions? I doubt you’d tell me anything anyway, right?”

With that, the doctor bent back the masked man’s index finger, producing the sickening sound of bones snapping.

With each broken finger came a scream of agony from the masked man.

The sharp, relentless pain pierced into his very soul. Worse yet, the doctor worked methodically, allowing just enough time between each break for the masked man to anticipate the next one.

This growing sense of despair and helplessness began to chip away at the masked man’s mental defenses.

“Come on, scream louder! Scream louder!” The doctor laughed maniacally as he bent back another finger.

By the time he reached the little finger, the masked man could hold out no longer.

“P-please, spare me! I beg you!” he cried, his voice trembling with desperation.

“Oh? So you’re willing to talk now?”

“If… if I tell you everything… will you heal me?” the masked man asked, his tone filled with both fear and hope.

“Are you trying to negotiate with me?” The doctor laughed before snapping the masked man’s final finger.

“Let’s move on to the toes,” the doctor said, casually running the scalpel along the man’s skin.

“You demon!” the masked man screamed.

A loud crack rang out as the doctor broke the man’s big toe.

The masked man, overwhelmed by the pain, finally broke down completely.

“Please, let me go! I’ll tell you everything, everything!” he shouted.