"I need to go to the hospital! Take me to the hospital! Hurry, I beg you! Just stop the itch, and I'll confess to everything."
This itch made the man feel like he was better off dead. He wanted to tear open his skin with his hands, but now his hands and feet were restrained, and he couldn't even scratch the itch, a basic action.
The detective who was watching him sneered and said, "Kid, this is the retribution for your numerous wrongdoings."
The guy shouted angrily, "Even if I'm a criminal, I still have the right to receive medical treatment. You can't just watch me itch to death, can you?"
The detective said confidently, "Don't worry, you won't die."
The triangular-eyed man shouted hoarsely, "No! This itch is getting stronger with each occurrence. I feel like I'll die if it happens again. If not, just shoot me right now. I'd rather die than continue to suffer like this."