Tayuya winced as Sakura tightened the strap holding her right arm down with quite some difficulty using only her left hand.
''N-no, please...''
Sakura clenched her teeth and struck Tayuya across the face with the prosthetic hook that replaced her right hand. The sharp blow is enough to almost make Tayuya fall off the chair, if she wasn't tied down thar is, and leaves a deep gash on her left cheek.
''Please?!'' Sakura raised the hook at her victim's eye level.
''You didn't seem so polite when you left me a one armed cripple did you? Time to pay the piper, cunt.''
Sakura turns to the table next to her and picks up a cleaver. She holds it up into the light and grins.
''You had to take my good hand...I'm not so good with my left you know, so this is gonna get slow and messy...I'm guessing at least three to four tries to chop your mitt off. Well, enough talk, I owe you a stump.'' Tayuya almost felt nothing when the cleaver fell on her forearm, it was when Sakura dislodged it the next moment and lifted it again that the pain made her scream her lungs out.
''See?! I told you I'm not good with my left! Hahahaha!''