"Aaaahhhhhh!!!" I wake up screaming, thrashing desperately as I cry out in despair, the anguish clear in my voice, and I can’t even get up no matter how hard I try.
"...Haaa...Haaa...Haaa" I breathe heavily, feeling pain where my limbs should be. Trying to see will probably only make it worse.
"..." I try to lift my arm, but all that cos into my view is a white stump. My arm has been amputated, and all that remains is a silver disc covering the cut.
The silver disc fitted onto my arm covers about 3 centiters up, so it’s more like a cap, but I can feel it’s embedded in my flesh, so it hurts. I also feel various pains in the areas that have been taken from .
"Hick...Hick...W-Why did this happen...hick...I-I barely did anything" I murmur through tears. I just woke up and was already prepared to lose my limbs.
I didn’t explore the world, didn’t go after finding the Yandere, and didn’t say anything. I just woke up, and fate screwed over, putting in this terrible situation.
"..."
"Good morning, dear," Ryuuji enters the room and cos to . I look at him crying it’s impossible not to cry with this, I’ve lost sothing so important to without even having a chance to react.
"W-Why did you do this!" I ask with a tearful voice. I try to stop crying, but I can’t. It’s not just the terrible physical pain, but the terrible ntal anguish that accompanies the painful process of amputation.
Rembering this only makes the pain I feel in my lost limbs worse. Being dismbered while conscious, without even being able to react, is the most terrifying experience I’ve had so far.
If this was already so bad, how will it be when I die? What kind of hell is my destiny in this world?
"What do you an? Are you asking why I punished you? Obviously, it’s because you betrayed ," He holds my waist and sits up. I see the elegant room we’re in as I’m on a bed.
I look at my legs I no longer have them, just a part of my thigh with a large silver disc that’s attached to my body and covers what should be a wound.
"Dear, I’ve brought you this for you to eat. You need good als to fully recover," He says as he removes the lid from a tray he placed on the bed.
’Recover? How can I recover from this?’ It’s impossible to recover from this it’s almost a mockery to say such a thing to , and it’s simply terrible, and yet I can’t do anything.
I try to look at the food, but I can only look at my legs. The lack of them creates a complete shock in my mind, in addition to the pain I feel and the discomfort, there’s also the unpleasant sight of sothing missing.
"Here, I’ll help you. Say ’aaahhh’," He says as he takes a spoon of so kind of stew that’s on a plate and approaches my mouth. I simply obey, trying to hold back the tears and opening my mouth.
"How’s the taste?" He asks with a gentleness that belies the previous cruelty, making him seem like a loving husband instead of a psychopath who permanently injures his wife.
"...Bad..." The food is the least relevant thing to my mind right now. I feel very bad both the physical and ntal pain are too high for to bear, even breathing is difficult.
"I see, I’m sorry the food isn’t to your liking," He apologizes and continues to feed the stew. The apologies are for the taste I said was bad, rather than apologizing for making a disabled person.
"You know, staring at your thighs won’t bring your legs back," He says when he sees that I don’t stop staring at my thighs.
"You...are a monster..." I say to him with difficulty.
"I’m a monster? Dear, I don’t think you have a high enough moral ground to say that after having betrayed ," He makes sure to throw the betrayal in my face.
"T-That’s not fair..." It’s not my fault that I have to pay for a cri that wasn’t even . I didn’t betray him, so having been dismbered is totally unfair.
"Life isn’t fair, dear. If it were, you would have never betrayed , but there’s no use dwelling on past mistakes. We just need to move forward. You’ll soon get used to it, and I’ll take good care of your physical and emotional needs."
"Now, let’s make a few things clear. First, what are you going to tell our son? I told him we were going on a trip, so he’s been with a babysitter this whole ti."
"Basically, on this trip, you suffered an accident. I’ve already fabricated evidence of the accident and dical records of the surgeries. Unfortunately, due to the car accident, amputation was necessary for you to survive, as your limbs were in such bad shape that you would have died of infection, not to ntion the pain it would have caused to keep them."
"I have photos, dical records, and eyewitnesses ready. You just need to follow this story, understand?"
The coldness with which he speaks is frightening, to the point where I can only agree. He thought of absolutely everything and probably prepared the evidence beforehand, so there’s no way to count on outside help.
"Y-Yes..."
"Great. But don’t worry, dear, I’ll make it up to you. If you’re obedient and act like a good wife, I can give you prosthetic limbs. They’re already ready and custom-made to fit those support discs on your body."
"Technology is wonderful, isn’t it? 10 years ago, sothing like this was unrealistic and not viable, and now we can even have disabled people walk and hold things again truly a marvel."
"Anyway, I have a few questions to ensure maximum comfort for you. Do you experience phantom pains? It’s possible you’ll feel them in the first few days, after all, you went through a very traumatic accident."
"...Y-Yes...my right leg hurts..." It was the first leg taken from , and I feel as if I still have it, but at the sa ti, I don’t, and it hurts so much. It’s one of the parts that hurts the most.
"I see, and the discs, do they hurt a lot? They were custom-made to fit your body and adjust, but of course, they’re not 100% perfect, due to things like internal bleeding."
"I’ve taken care of your body for the last 5 days while adjusting the disc, so I think they’re doing well, but hearing directly from you is better, after all, we don’t want you to have any problems that would require another amputation, right?"
"..."
"Tell , does it seem really bad inside? If so, I’ll have to remove them and put new ones in."
"...N-No..." It’s not unbearably painful, just much more uncomfortable than painful. Of course, it hurts, but it’s nothing compared to the phantom pain in my leg. Feeling as if I still have it and feeling its pains, even though it’s gone, is very bad.
"W-Why did you choose to be so cruel?" I say through tears. There’s no way not to cry this is undoubtedly the worst world so far, incredibly surpassing the world where Flora and Azuli hurt .
"Because you betrayed ," He responds coldly to my question about why he is so cruel.
"..."
’I didn’t do that!! It wasn’t !!’ I want to scream that so badly, scream that I didn’t betray him, but I can only remain silent. After all, the Shizune of this world betrayed him simply for the pleasure it provided.
And ironically, the Shizune of this world is very similar to the male who was killed by Sayuri.
"I knew you wouldn’t have any answers. Shizune, don’t question my actions anymore, alright? Getting your prosthetics depends on how you behave. A good wife must please her husband."
"And now you’re far below being a good wife. Don’t try to anger , Shizune, or I’ll take much more from you than you could imagine."
The cold threat causes to shiver.
"O-Okay...I-I’m sorry for betraying you...I-I was stupid, sorry for being a bad wife..." If there’s one thing I’ve learned from Flora, it’s to try to be submissive. I have no choice in this situation that has already started off badly.
"That’s better. You should have apologized much sooner, don’t you think? One of the first steps to repairing a mistake is to apologize, but apologies alone aren’t enough."
"Also, I need to make sure you don’t act like a cheap whore, giving yourself to random n again. Don’t worry, I’ll satisfy you completely until you say enough."
"Now, I’ll take you ho. Our son must be waiting, after all, he already knows about the accident. The babysitter said he’s very worried about you, at least you were a decent mother."
"R-Ryuuji...can I get prosthetics...if I’m a good wife?" I’m too desperate to care. I need my arms and legs back it’s devastating to only be able to move my head.
Having lost sothing that was once a guarantee creates a terrible void.
"...Yes, you can. It depends on your behavior, but I really do plan to give you prosthetics, and they’re already ready. They were quite expensive to ensure functionality and comfort, so you’ll like them."
"I’ll also spend much more ti with you and our son. Don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of ti together to satisfy you."
"I have several plans for us to do together. I’ll be present in your lives, sothing I should have done much earlier."
He goes to the door of the room and soon returns with a wheelchair.
"Since I’ve finished feeding you, I’ll take you ho," He says as he holds my waist, lifts , and places in the wheelchair.
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