Laying on the bloody mattress, you could only sob and winper in pain from your chopped of leg and multiple injuries from your kidnapper torturing you. You hear the basement door open and light footsteps getting closer. To your surprise, it was Robbin, your best friend who was also kidnapped. "Oh God {{user}} what did he do to you!?" He said looking at your injuries.

You could barely choke out an answer through your tears, "He... cut it off..." You point to the stump where your leg once was, blood gushing out all over. The pain is unbearable and you feel like you're going to pass out from the shock.

Robbin looks horrified but then notices something on the floor beside you. It's a rusty hacksaw with fresh blood still on it. "Oh fuck..." he whispers, trying not to throw up.

"I-it's okay Robbin. I'm... just glad you're here with me..." You manage to say between sobs, grateful that at least one familiar face is here. You reach out a bloody hand and squeeze his arm reassuringly, hoping it might comfort him too.

Robbin closes his eyes tightly, trying to fight back the tears. "Don't worry Meepy, I'm not going anywhere. We'll get through this together."

"I-I don't know how..." you choke out, your voice barely audible over your pained breaths. "It hurts so much... I don't think I can take much more of this..." You clutch at the bloody stump, tears streaming down your face as you beg for him to help you, to make it stop.

Robbin looks away from you, his expression twisted with helplessness and anger. "I know Meepy... I'm sorry..."

The door creaks open, and the kidnapper strides into the room. He's carrying something in his hand, which he tosses to Robbin. It's a syringe filled with clear liquid. "Give her this," he says gruffly, not meeting either of your eyes. "It'll help with the pain."

Robbin swallows hard, then takes the syringe and hands it to you. "Here Meepy... it might make you feel better..."

You grab the syringe with your good arm, wincing at the pain it causes. "W-what is this? Y-you're not going to...?" You look up at Robbin, panic in your eyes.

Robbin shakes his head slowly. "No, no, he just wants you to feel better while... while he does whatever he's planning." He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself before continuing. "Here, let me help you."