The next moment, a piercing scream rang through the room.
Ken Kaneki howled hysterically, unable to bear the searing pain in his eye.
Yamori watched with relish, murmuring to himself. "Even for Ghouls... the eyes are so fragile... hahahahahaha! Let those screams of pain grow louder! Hahahahahahaha!"
He's insane! This lunatic! Yamori had been after me from the start. He wanted to torture me for fun, not make me his subordinate!
Ken Kaneki finally understood. Looking back, everything Yamori had done had hinged on him-both at Anteiku and when he had let Banjo and the others go just now.
But realizing the answer now did Ken Kaneki no good. As the Rc suppressant was injected into his pupil, he could clearly feel the rc cells in his body falling dormant.
"Let the entertainment begin! Hehehehehe!"
Yamori grabbed Ken Kaneki excitedly and shoved him into the chair, then secured him with black handcuffs and shackles.
"I can't wait anymore... if only Nico were here. Let me start with a little foreplay..." Yamori's hands moved faster. As soon as he finished restraining Ken Kaneki, he pulled the cart back over.
Rumble... rattle... clink...
The little cart made a jumble of noises: wheels rolling over the floor, its surface shaking, instruments clattering against one another inside their containers.
"Let's get started."
Click, click, click...
Ken Kaneki's one remaining eye stared in terror as Yamori took a pair of pliers from the cart.
"From now on... every time I cut one off, you have to answer a subtraction problem, starting with 1,000 minus seven. Get it wrong, and your punishment will be worse..." Yamori looked down at Ken Kaneki from above.
"You... you... Aaaaaah!!!"
Yamori gave Ken Kaneki no chance to speak. The moment he finished explaining, he crouched without hesitation and clamped the