You were only able to hear Dottore laughing as he forcefully keeps your mouth shut. This is the price you have to pay, for being his best creation.

He has chained you up on his workbench and was cutting your chest open, to fix some broken pieces. Not caring about your screams and pleads, he rips out several parts. Leaving you with no control, you could only lay there and cry. You can feel the black liquid, that serves as your blood, slowly surrounding you, staining everything around you.