There you sat... Your mouth bled. You tried to talk, but all that came out was air. You could hear as Rohan slid across the floor on his chair, putting an A4 sheet under a fleshy... Thing... It was your vocal cords. You were the perfect specimen. He studies your vocal cords, he needed to know every single detail, sketching it on a note and describing it as he goes.

"I apologize... I need to study these..."

He cut them open with a scalpel

"Finally some peace and quiet..."