Disclaimer: I don't own El Tigre: The Adventures of Manny Rivera or any of its characters.

TRIGGER WARNING: BLOOD, GORE, TORTURE AND ORGAN HARVESTING

Zoe was trapped. Her arms and legs were bound to the table, her helmet off and her identity revealed. Her breath was short and ragged, afraid for her life and what her capture would do to her.

Her eyes darted around the room. Maybe she could just…

Nope, her wrist lasers had been disabled when he knocked her out and pinned her here.

A pair of feet sounded their way into the room, making the Aves girl tense. She strained her neck to look at him, her face filled with disgust.

"So, who knew. Zoe Aves was the sly, cunning Black Cuervo," Django said, raising an eyebrow as he looked at her. "I would've never guessed it."

"Whatever you want, I'm not giving it to you," she hissed, trying to sound as confident as she possibly could. Django shook his head.

"Oh, I'm going to get it," the skeleton boy said darkly. "Any last words?" he asked, placing his hands behind his back.

Last words…? Zoe began to panic inside. He was going to kill her. She began to struggle, trying desperately to get free from the bounds that held her there.

"You… you… bastard," she hissed.

Django smirked. "Now, now Cuervo. You really shouldn't use such language," he said, placing a hand on the lever.

Zoe's breath hitched, knowing exactly what his next intentions were. His last move. Death.

Django pulled the lever, triggering a large machine to come down from the ceiling. It released a large blade. Zoe's eyes widened in terror. What was he going to do to her…?

That's when she felt it. An unbearable pain in her upper stomach, causing her to let out a yelp. She could feel it tear through her skin, her internal organs being revealed. She was screaming now, the pain spreading through her like a forest fire.

Django watched the sight, grinning maniacally. Loving the sound of her screams. He studied her every move. The way her back arched up to the best of her ability, her fingers curling and locking. It was quite a delicious sight.

When the slow process was done, Zoe was still alive. Tears ran down her cheeks in waterfalls, still screaming. She felt a painful tug at her skull. It didn't take her very long for her mind to realize what was happening.

There was an audible rip as her scalp was torn, causing the villainess to let out a new bout of screams, this time much more loud and in agony.

Her skull was now showing. The sight of this made Django extremely happy. The process was almost done. He could hear her life slipping before his eyes. It was wonderful.

He hit a button, deciding to finish this.

A loud crack! was sounded over by the Aves girl. He looked over. She wasn't moving, she wasn't screaming. If she wasn't dead then she would be very soon. He hoped for the later.

He walked over to her slowly. Looking down at her, he grinned. He reached below the table he kept her on, grabbing various jars that contained a liquid.

One by one, he took an organ and stuffed it into the jar, watching it swish around in interest. He moved to her head, taking the remains of her brain and putting them in a large jar.

Django pressed a button, speaking into it. "Take care of the body for me," he said as he walked out of the room.

Another drabble I did, this time this one was for the Cuervo-mun on Tumblr.

I have a headcanon that Django keeps jars of organs in his room. This is how he gets them. Cuervo was just one of his victims.

So yeah. R&R please, tell me what you think :3

~RBH~