"Hold still. I dont want to cut your arteries…"

For a week now, you have been Scara's lab rat. He pokes and prods, injects you with things, and even slices you open like he's doing now. The worst part is, none of it so far hasn't been painful.

The scalpel slices gently through the deepest part of the skin of your hand. You try hard not to tense up, letting small noises of pain leave your lips

"Quiet… let me focus. You know what this is for? Medicine. You're my test subject"