Lore/Fifty shades of an amputation

(( The only reason for this is to make it visually attractive and easy to read.

Credits to Steve Jablonsky for the idea, yo'

**Black bold text corresponds to the rebel spy. You can be this rebel if you want!**

**Dark red bold text corresponds to Nate. You cannot be Nate. Shut up.**

**Dark blue bold text corresponds to an enforcer. You can put yourself in this position if you want**))

*The numbness slowly fades away as I regain consciousness, yet I cannot understand what the hell happened in order to fade out. I believe.... I believe i was getting some important.... goddamnit sherlock that's right, I was getting an important file for the [Insert your favorite rebel faction here]! I gotta get out of here!*

Something wasn't letting move my limbs, I moved my head down and I noticed that I was completely moored up with straps, my head being the only thing free from those leather chains.

**- Whe... where the hell am I-**

*My head hurts horribly and making any movements reminds me of those days on the rollercoasters.... I once puked while going prone on one of those. Sweet rain of pizza leftovers to some unlucky bastard. Yeeeah...*

I look around and it looks like some sort of clinic room... Why am I here?

Oh fuck, I'm probably going to get tortured for what I was trying to do... Shiiieeet.......

*Suddenly, an axe starts hacking through the wooden door making a breach on the door. After the hole reached a certain diameter, a hand came through the hole and opened the door from the inside.*

A young male comes in with a medical coat with huge stains of blood all over it. I look at his face with massive confusion and all he does is shrug and say:

**- Sorry mate, I forgot the keys**

*I swallow nervously and my whole body freezes because of the shock this scene caused. Every single horror film that ever existed cannot be compared to this.. I didn't sign up for this, dude.*

**- What's up with that expression? No worries for the axe, we have plenty of those around here.**

**- Are... are you going to... torture me?**

*He shrugs again and it looks like a magician that refuses to reveal his magic trick after finding a penny behind a kiddo's ear. Except that this time around he has found a fucking axe.*

Then, he comes over a nearby table, grabs a folder with a "confidential" stamp on it and reads it. He whispers for himself and I try to make my best efford to hear it.

**- Extract information from suspect... blah blah blah.... use any measures if.. blah blah blah... Fair enough.**

*He closes the folder, leaves it on the table and scratches his hair, thinking what to do.*

**- I'm... i'm not going to say anything!**

**- Oh you can keep your words by yourself but... i'm taking away your body, mate.**

**- Wh... whaaat?...**

*He grabs a syringe, sucks in to it some transparent liquid from a bottle and then gets closer to me. He smells like tea and blood....*

**- It congratulates me to say that you're our first donor that PERSONALLY agreed to offer his body. For science!**

**- What?! I didn't do-**

**- Sh, shhh it's alright you can keep the joy to yourself. You see** *(while kindly showing me his clean syringe as some sort of salesman that's trying to sell me his stuff)* **your kindness is that thrilling that i'm going to be kind enough to let you watch the spectacle without feeling any pain!**

**- Pain? What are you...**

*He injects that transparent liquid into my veins and a shiver goes through my body, taking away my ability to finish the sentence.*

**- Right-handed or left handed? Well... I'm gonna guess right-handed because of that biceps you got there.**

*Then he knocks me with his elbow, softly, like I was his friend. What is going on?!*

He proceeds to grab some sort of scalpel that I cannot see properly... I blink and it... looks... like... OH. MY. GOD. HE'S GOING TO AMPUTATE MY LEFT ARM?! WHAT THE SHIT IS THIS.

**- Steeady... no worries, dosed you with some morphine, enough to feel invincible to pain but not enough to fall asleep.**

*That doesn't make me feel any better you dumbass!*

He proceeds to cut through my body and I cannot avoid watching it. He.. he said it wouldn't hurt.. I don't get it... is this some mental torture?

That... bonesaw... thingy reaches my arm and...

**- AGGGGGGGHHH WHAT THE FUCK!?**

*SHIT IT HURTS. IT HURTS SO BADLY. Blood starts pouring out of the arm incontrollably. DOES HE EVEN HAVE A MEDICAL LICENSE?*

**- Woops! That was not morphine! \*laughter\***

**- FUUUCK YOUU. ANYONE PLEASE HEEELP MEEE!**

**- Help? Oh i'm such a dummie sometimes, we gotta salt the wound!**

*You know that death stare you give to your teacher when she asks if you have done your homework while you're the only guy in the class that hasn't done them?*

I'm going to shove the salt up his ass

**- NOT... GOING.. TO SAY ANYTHIING!**

**- Oh come on! Fine then, no time to help!**

*He grabs the axe and gets on position to make a cut clear on the arm. I look at him, then I look at my arm, and then I look back to him. He's staring at me.*

**- Looks like someone needs a haaand!**

*No... NOOO!*

**- I'LL TELL EVERYTHIIING!**

*Knock knock. Who's there? Unconsciousness.*

**- It literally took you 10 minutes to make him talk. And a door. What the hell have you done to him, Nate?**

**- The power of medicine! I made him think I was actually going to amputate his whole body while he was conscious.**

**- Oh... but what about the arm? He woke up extremely surprised looking at his left arm... but.. the arm was intact!**

**- Yeah I injected him some sort of compound that over-exaggerated his sensations and gave him hallucinations. The higher the fear, the higher the effectiveness. While I was holding a small scalpel he thought I was wielding a chainsaw or something, then I made a small incision and he started screaming horribly. He probably thought that a fountain was coming out of his arm, haha.**

**- Wow Nate you're a gen-**

**- Oh, here are my keys!**

**- Nevermind..**