An hour later...
The main attraction of this twisted master plan...
Shina gradually awakened to find herself strapped to a chair, injuries cared for even if she still felt like shit. A spotlight flashed on above her as a doctor and a slot machine emerged from the gloom.
"First match and already in the penalty game! Expected but unfortunate. Well then," the woman paused, a smirk forming on her lips as she pulled down the lever, "I wonder what I get to carve out of you. I'm hoping for a tongue or both your thumbs, hm?"
"N-no, stop it stopit STOP IT!"
"If you say so." The lever yanked back up, the machine slowing, slowing...until all three slots displayed 'hand.' What was happening? What was that supposed to mean, was the doctor serious when she said she'd get to...to cut off...
"Huh. It doesn't specify which hand. I'd ask your opinion but surely you'd say neither. First time out...I'll be merciful and take the left! That tends to be the less useful one."
"But I'm left handed," Shina argued weakly, mind still deep in denial even as surgical tools were wheeled out. If the lady had watched-of course she'd watched-she should already know that-so she was-
"Oh well, there's a reason why schoolteachers used to beat that out of kids, right?"
The restraints were further tightened on Shina's left arm, medical personnel gathering around as the twisted doctor took a fine-toothed saw into her gloved hands. It began whirring as she flipped it on. Shina felt the grip of suffocating fear overtake her as it neared her wrist.
"No, wait, you can't, you can't just do this, cut off someone's hand, this is illegal a-and sick anNNAAAAARGH!"
Shina felt it as she pissed herself, no thought left to be ashamed as the saw bit into flesh, grinding through sinew and bone before severing her hand completely, blood spurting out until the stump was clamped down and antibiotics were shot into her system. She was held down in her chair, continuing to scream well after her voice went hoarse, body squirming and bucking against the guards' grip until she gradually succumbed to shock, tears streaming freely down her face. She was held there for the remainder of the night, begging for her hand back, pleading for painkillers-something only enough cast points could buy her, she was told-slowly going mad as her body finally gave in to its exhaustion.