"Can you please keep your arms up, so I can continue to your sides?" the mas asked.
"Sure thing..." Misa answered cheerfully through her hard breathing as she did lift her arms. "Go ahead".
And he did, flaying the skin of Misa's sides and hands. Then up from Misa's neck he proceeded to her head. Misa had to try really hard to hold still as the knife was slicing trough her pretty face. Accurately not to ruin Misa's hair the man skinned Misa's face. He pulled the skin down and flayed it of her torso and hands and finally her legs. Misa stepped out of her own skin with fascination, not minding the unbelievable pain it brought to her.

"How are you even still alive?" the man wonered.
"How would... I know..." Misa spoke weakly as she held her skinned hands against the table to not fall on the floor. "But that feels... amazing... my whole existanse... is pain..."
"Should I cut your throat to end your suffering?" the mad offered.
"No way!" Misa answered. "Quite the contrary... I wonder... if even the touch of the air... to my bare meat... is so unbearable... what would some sand... do to me?.. wanna see?.."
The audience cheered with renewed force. Misa was bleeding out while barely managing not to let her body convulse in an agony as she felt terrible pain on every part of it. But she was happy she made such a great show.