He undoes the straps on the table, letting you get up. You feel your body ache, but you restrain yourself from showing any hint of that, knowing he gets pleasure from your agony. Noticing this, he grins with a sadistic amusement, grabbing your face and tilting your head back.

"Come on, I know it hurts. Let's hear it," He says, his other hand pulling and hitting the spots weak from surgery until you give any indication of pain. When you do, he laughs cruelly. Yet, whereas he either usually kills his patients or let's them go eventually, he kept you almost as a captive.