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The basement is dark, water from leaking pipes plops down onto the concrete floor, and a single lit bulb swings back and forth from its place on the ceiling beam. In the middle of the basement, sits a teen. His wrists and ankles duct taped to a wooden chair which is nailed into the floor, and a black blindfold is tied around his eyes, blinding his view to what is going on in front of him. The boy is none other than Josuke Higashitaka.
In front of him a few inches away is Secco, sitting cross legged with a camera in hand, a face mask over already hidden mouth and a hospital gown covering his body. Behind Secco stands Cioccolata and Kira, the pair murmuring about what tools to use and what method to take in what they are about to do. “Hm... I would like to see what the purpose of this tool is.” Kira points at a small object that looks very close to a clamp on Cioccolata’s table of curiosities. Upon hearing this, Cioccolata grins, picking up the tool and handing it and a pair of latex gloves to Kira. “Ah, the costotome! A personal favorite of mine...” Kira takes the gloves from Cioccolata and slips them on, and holds the clamp in his hands. “The costotome is typically used to cut open the ribs, but i choose to use it for fingers or toes.”
The doctor notices his friend visibly frown at the mention of harming Josuke’s hands, and he laughs. “No need to worry my good friend. Our patients hands will be all yours after we’re done.” Back over to where Josuke is sitting, Secco notices the teen finally begin to stir. A few hours earlier Secco delivered a pretty nasty blow to Josuke’s head, and the small man chirps happily when their subject begins to finally awaken. Josuke lets out a loud groan and lifts up his neck, beginning to panic when he realizes the dangerous situation he’s in. Cioccolata glances over to the chair and notices the teen is awake, and mutters to Kira to pick out a few tools before walking up to Josuke. He’s already hyperventilating and shaking his wrists, and Secco is giggling loudly, clapping his hands when Cioccolata stands next to him.
Ignoring his dear pet for a moment, the doctor speaks. “You’re finally awake young man! Truthfully this was very unexpected, but a new friend of mine suggested you’d be a wonderful candidate for one of my videos!” Cioccolata too claps his hands together once, mimicking Secco. A twisted grin spreads across his lips and he glances down to Secco before turning around. “Gag him.” Cioccolata tosses a kerchief at Secco from his coat pocket, and returns to his spot next to Kira. “Wait! I think you have the wrong gu-“ Before he can finish, Secco shoves the now balled up kerchief into Josuke’s mouth, making sure it in enough where the teen can’t spit it out but can still breathe.
Back at the small table, Kira has chosen an assortment of tools. He put back the costotome and instead chose 2 scalpels of different blade sizes, a small bone saw, and a cattle prod. Kira looks at Cioccolata when the man approaches, wanting his friends approval on the choice of tools. “I’m typically a clean man when it comes to my kills, so I’m inexperienced. Will these work?” Cioccolata looks from Kira to the selection in front of them, and grins when he sees the cattle prod. It’s a personal favorite of his, and he’s very pleased. “Oh good, good, good! Absolutely. These will be perfect Kira.” Kira gives his friend a soft smile, and Cioccolata grabs the handle of the table and wheels it over next to Josuke, who flinches at the squeak of the wheels. Secco hands Cioccolata a small bottle of rubbing alcohol and a rag retrieved from next to the chair, and the doctor gets to work sanitizing his tools. As Cioccolata does that, Kira runs his fingers across the top of Josuke’s bound hand, shuddering when he feels the teens hand twitch.
As much as Kira loathes the teen in front of him, he will admit that Josuke takes very good care of himself, especially his hands. Kira kneels down directly in front of the hand he was admiring, and looks over to Cioccolata. “Pass me a scalpel, the small one.” Finished with disinfecting the tools Cioccolata nods, and raises a brow when Kira cuts the duct tape, freeing josuke's arm. “He’s going to try and punch you, you know.” Cioccolata responds, and Kira flinches when Josuke brings his hands up to touch his face, trying to figure out who’s in front of him. Kira lets it happen, Josuke’s dainty fingers sliding down his cheek and across his nose. They gently run over his eyes, and Josuke pats Kira’s mouth, causing the older man to let out a groan of pleasure. A gurgled and muffled ‘I know you!’ comes out of the teens mouth, and before Josuke can think to reel his arm back Secco shoves his way in between the two, yanking the teen’s arm down and injecting a strong sedative into a vein. Kira falls back onto his bottom with an ‘oof!’ and Secco looks at him, pointing and giggling.
“Alright, enough of this.” Cioccolata says, grabbing the bone saw and moving over to stand next to the arm Kira freed. The doctor is growing impatient standing around, and commands Secco to begin filming, Kira sliding back to he’s out of the shot when the camera clicks on and begins to record. The sedative that Secco administered to Josuke has worked its way through his body, and he can’t do anything but let out a small groan when Cioccolata takes his hand into his grasp, slamming it back down onto the chair’s armrest and rests the saw against Josuke’s wrist, internally deciding where to make the cut. He makes a small cut below the lunate bone and above the ulna, marking a small line as a guide.
The teen is very drugged, but still is conscious enough to experience pain.
Josuke’s fingers begin twitching frantically in anticipation of what is to come, and before cutting into the flesh Cioccolata looks over to Secco. “Come closer darling, we need to get a good shot of this for our friend here.” Cioccolata gestures with his chin over to where Kira is sitting and waiting patiently, and Secco gives an enthusiastic nod before moving closer, pointing the camera right above Cioccolata’s hands. With one last glance over to Kira, Cioccolata begins, bending the tip of the saw foreword in a diagonal motion, and pressed down into the teens skin.
Skin splits and a clean cut begins to form as Cioccolata presses down and begins sawing in a rough back and forth motion. Typically the doctor is a lot more careless and messy with his work, but since Kira requested to keep the hands after they’re severed from the teen boy, Cioccolata is holding back greatly. A loud squeal of pain is heard from Josuke’s gagged mouth, and his head begins to thrash back and forth, the signature pompadour becoming undone from the motion. Manic laughter sounds from the doctor at the display, and Kira grins when a loud snap and crunch echoes through the basement.
Handing the bloodied saw to Secco for a moment, Cioccolata grabs the almost severed hand and gives it a sharp twist, fully detaching it from Josuke. Kira gets up and practically snatches the hand out of Cioccolata’s grasp, causing the doctor to let out yet another laugh. “Impatient are we? And I was going to clean it for you!” “Oh... go ahead.” Kira hands the hand back to Cioccolata, feeling a bit foolish at how possessive he got in the moment. Another kerchief is retrieved out of Cioccolata’s pocket and he wipes down the stump until it’s as clean as possible. It’s handed back to Kira with a smile, and the man takes it and tucks it into a pocked on the inside of his jacket. “You know Cioccolata? I think I’m okay with one. I’d like to see how you and you companion here really work.” This pleases Cioccolata greatly and a sick grin spreads across his face
“Get ready then my friend, we’ll be here for awhile...”
3 hours later at the Grand Morioh hotel, Jotaro flinches, dropping his coffee and reaching up to lay a hand on top of his birthmark. “Something’s wrong..” he mutters to himself. Getting up quickly and dashing for the door, Jotaro mutters a quick goodbye to Joseph and Shizuka, saying he’ll hopefully be back soon. The minute Jotaro steps out of the hotel, he’s surprised to see Tonio Tussiardi, who’s carrying a.. Jotaro can’t tell what it is on his back. It’s covered with a blanket.
“Oh thank goodness! Mr. Joestar sir! I know I should have gone to the police first but I was at the beach looking for some oysters for a dish and I found..” Tonio pauses to take in a shaky breath. “Someone just laying there! Looking like a stump! No hair or limbs!” Tonio is frantic and on the verge of a panic attack, and Jotaro feels his heart sinks into his stomach. He grabs Tonio’s wrist, pulling him to the backside of the hotel out of sight. When they arrive, Jotaro covers his own mouth with his hand and directs Tonio to lay the supposed person down. The chef kneels down onto the pavement with shaky legs, and gently lays the person down.
Upon seeing who it is, Jotaro leans over and vomits.
Jotaro has seen a lot in his many years, and not even the gaping hole in Kakyoin’s stomach those many years ago doesn’t compare to this. It’s Josuke, his chair choppily cut and his pompadour gone, and all of his limbs were removed up to the upper body, leaving almost no stump. There’s blood caked on his behind and dried bile on his lips, and Jotaro can see from his uncles open mouth that a few teeth are missing. Tonio looks up to Jotaro with pure fear in his eyes. “It isn’t... who I think it is? Right..?” Jotaro can’t respond and just nods, staring at Josuke’s maimed body. He takes in a shaky breath, and looks to Tonio. “Tell no one about this. I’m going to call the Speedwagon Foundation to pick him up and take him to a hospital since he’s still breathing. No one, especially his boyfriend Okuyasu, needs to know about this Tonio.” The chef nods, and stands up, approaching Jotaro and pulling him into a hug.
Whatever Jotaro will do, he’ll find out who did this.