Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

"Oh dear, I'm sorry. I tend to get angry over the littlest things," the man said. His hands visibly trembled as he reached out to remove the fork from the unconscious man's hand.

He made no effort to address the wound and simply tossed the fork back on the table before muttering, "Very well now, let's get you somewhere quiet where we won't be disturbed." His voice carried an eerie tone, as if he were savoring the moment.

After making that unsettling statement, he lifted the unconscious man and threw him over his shoulder. "Quite heavy, aren't you? Well, that is a good thing. The more meat one has, the longer they last. The longer they can play with me," he muttered cryptically before walking toward an old, brown door not too far from the dining table.

After opening the door with one hand, it revealed nothing but darkness. The man tapped a light switch next to the door, and a single orange light flickered on, illuminating a set of stairs leading down into what looked like a basement. Don's heartbeat continued to become more erratic, but he kept his arms firmly at his sides and his eyes tightly shut, watching the unknown man proceed down the steps.

The basement was very dimly lit, with the only light coming from the single bulb above the staircase and some natural moonlight peeking through small windows. The basement itself seemed like any other normal basement, filled with junk and things that were no longer in use. However, as the unknown man walked further into the basement, Don saw something unsettling.

Hidden behind large boxes of miscellaneous items was a workbench modified to look like an operating table.

The surface was splintered and covered in dried-up blood. Looking at the restraints on top of it, Don could already guess what was going to happen and couldn't help but gulp. Though one could simply look at it as being an interactive film, the gruesome content was too hard to watch, especially for those who found no fascination with it.

Though Don had watched a few horror movies in his former life, he was far from being a huge fan, especially of something that seemed so real and not at all fake. It genuinely felt like he was watching the perspective of a very disturbed man about to perform very disturbed actions, and he could do nothing but watch as the unknown man approached the mortified workbench.

Don could also see a set of barrels lined up against the wall with numerous flies buzzing around them. Even though he couldn't smell the environment, his own imagination told him that the place likely reeked of a very foul odor. The unknown man didn't seem bothered by this at all and proceeded to place the unconscious man on the mortified workbench.

The unconscious man was placed there with a light thud, and the unknown man proceeded to spread him out on his back before restraining him by the wrists and legs. After doing this, the man stepped away from the workbench and looked over the unconscious man before settling his gaze on his legs.

He then walked over and carefully removed the unconscious man's shoes and socks with gentleness and tenderness, which only made the situation more disturbing.

The man's meticulous, almost reverent actions made the scene all the more horrifying to watch. As if his behavior wasn't already disturbing enough, after tending to the unconscious man's legs, he walked over to a sink right next to the barrels with flies buzzing over them.

The sink itself, much like the workbench, was stained with dried blood and had flies hovering over its surface. The unknown man retrieved a brown cloth that was hanging nearby before turning on the water and making the cloth wet. He washed it a little, squeezed out the water, and then returned to the unconscious man while leaving the water running.

Continuing his eerie routine, he began to wipe the man's bare legs, toes, and feet. Don watched, finding it increasingly difficult to keep his eyes open as the minutes flew by with the unknown man carefully wiping every inch of the unconscious man's lower limbs. Once done, the man placed the cloth down and simply began to feel out the legs as he muttered, "Beautiful. I will treasure them forever."

After saying this, he took the cloth off the workbench and tossed it over to the sink before suddenly crouching down and revealing something even more unsettling. Under the dark workbench where Don could barely see, the man extended his hand into the darkness and began to feel around for something.

A short moment later, he retracted his hand, now holding a rusty saw. Don didn't even need to guess what that was for. Instead, he simply prepared himself for the graphic scene he felt he was about to witness.

Lifting the saw from under the workbench, the unknown man stood upright at the side of the workbench near the unconscious man's legs. The sight of the rusty saw sent chills down Don's spine, knowing what was likely to come next. The man positioned himself and, with a sickeningly calm demeanor, placed the saw against the unconscious man's leg.

He held the saw in his right hand, but used his left to grip one of the man's legs for support before slowly lowering the saw. As the lights in the basement began to flicker, the saw first met the man's skin, which provided minimal resistance as the unknown man began to move the saw forward and back.

The rusty blade pressed down, cutting through the epidermis and dermis, causing blood to immediately flow. The cuts were ragged due to the bluntness and rust on the saw, but this didn't deter the man. Before long, the saw encountered muscle tissue, which offered more resistance than skin, causing the saw to snag and catch.

Each movement of the saw produced sickening squelches and tearing sounds. Because muscle fibers were tough, the process was slow and agonizing to watch. Eventually, the saw encountered major blood vessels. Upon sawing through them, blood spurted out profusely, staining the saw, workbench, and all nearby areas.

The frayed and jagged ends of the blood vessels looked horrific. The unknown man clicked his tongue in irritation and used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe some of the blood that had splattered onto his face. He paused sawing for a moment and could be heard catching his breath, but it was only for a moment as he looked poised to continue.

"Now for the bone," he muttered.