Skin for the Scarlet Debt​

Summary

To save the boy who had stolen my life, the girl I loved forced me to give him my skin.

She was the one who personally strapped me to the operating table, ordering the surgeons to flay me alive. To ensure the graft would be a success, they denied me even the mercy of anesthesia. I screamed until my throat was raw, passing out from the agony only to be jolted awake by it again and again.

When they were finally done, the operating room floor was slick with my blood. I was left there, a flayed, bleeding mess, my breaths so shallow they were barely there.