Ayane would have spoken but her throat felt like sandpaper. The screaming, her own anger, her throat couldn’t take it anymore. A blanket of perilous silence fell on top of them as Ayane only began to admire the mess she had created below her. His sobs barely reach Ayane’s deadpanned expression: only shifting slightly to a small smirk as she carefreely waved her hand dismissively at his pleas for help. As if she really cared about him.
She knew, he was only asking in hopes he would actually escape: a slim chance that she, Ayane Diasuki, would free him. He surely was optimistic, along with incredibly naive. The more Alexis sobbed, the more exhilarated Ayane felt, just as if she was running in the park, or even walking her dog.
After swallowing the blood that trickled down her throat she managed to speak up again, “I’m going to start a small incision on your right lumbar region, you don’t need to know about the terminology but it’s where the tip of your liver is located, I’ll then carry my incision onto to your right hypochondriac region where the rest of your liver lies.”
A light-hearted smile grew across her face, gazing into his eyes again, “My, My Alexis, don’t panic, since you do have that tendency to make such a big deal out of tiny things, don’t you?! If you were going to live through this, I’d probably even diagnose you with uh - anxiety perhaps? Don’t move, because if I dig too deep here, I’m afraid you may bleed out more than I’d- we’d want to right?”
She chuckled quietly, the scalpel was now lowering to the point it brushed against his skin, all Ayane had to do was push the blade towards the surface and it cut through the man like butter.
“Please miss Ayane, please stop.” Alexis breaks out into another sob, mentally kicking himself for how pathetic he sounded, even in his panic. Things were starting to look hopeless, he couldn’t move, he couldn’t get out of these straps…
Even so, he squirms despite Ayane’s warning, shaking his head vigorously as if to deny what she was saying entirely. “I’m b-begging you. Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone about you… P-please, just let me go…” Alexis whimpers and pulls at his hands again, hoping that by some miracle they would come loose. He spots the scalpel pressed against the surface of his skin and shudders, trying to inch his body wherever he could to get it away.
He feels a tickle of a sensation on his side, and maybe a twinge of pain, but nothing overwhelming. A twisted part of him is relieved–perhaps his last moments won’t be spent in horrific pain. But what an awful thing to think! He didn’t want to die! Not so soon, he hadn’t said a proper goodbye to anyone! The last person he said anything to was Metis, and he didn’t even tell her bye, just that he was excited for their plans to see a movie tomorrow. He hoped she would forgive him if he died today.
Who was he kidding? It wasn’t a matter of “if” anymore, was it? Miss Ayane didn’t seem the least bit swayed by his persuasions or pleas, he couldn’t feel anything from the shoulders down…
“Guh…” Alexis throat makes a noise of its own, before biting his lip– hard. It was the smallest ounce of control to the situation, digging his teeth deep enough into his lips to make them bleed. Even when he could taste blood in his mouth and feel it trickle down the side of his cheek, it was still more comforting than anything else. He wished he could say goodbye to Metis. He wished he could say goodbye to Serafina. He wished he could say goodbye to his mom…
Even now, the pinket decides to listen to Ayane’s words. It was relatively easy, now, as he couldn’t feel the scalpel dig into his body at all compared to him biting his lip. He wriggles a little more– out of instinct or that desire to escape again, he wasn’t sure– but his movements were weak and sluggish.
He stops biting his lip long enough to reply. “I bet you were a good student. You sound c-clever and meticulous.” Alexis hated himself. Who complimented their murderer?
