Okay, be forewarned, this is not going to be pretty. It may not be an accurate description, but it is quite bloody. So, those with weak stomachs and the like may want to turn away for a bit. Oh, and I must bow down to Fauna. Dear, you are kicking butt with your story!!! Okey dokey then, that said, here we go.
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A single drop of blood, almost the same as a tear rolls from just below Lisa's navel to fall slowly towards the floor. Only one tiny drop of the many that fill her body. Tears creep down her cheeks, sliding across the grey of the duct tape. If Emily takes any notice of this, she does not show it. The Harpy blade is wicked in the fluorescent lighting of the basement. Choked sobs come from behind the duct tape, a counterpoint to the humming of the seemingly mad doctor. She is watching the blood seep from the wound with an abnormal intensity. The temptation proves to be too much and she bows her head t the wound that mars the pale flesh. Blood remains on her lips as she stands back up. looking to Lisa, eyes wild and glowing.
"I have a penchant for blood, something from my youth." she talks as if this is nothing more than a conversation being held on the back patio about the roses and how they're growing this year. The absolute normal tone of her voice is even more frightening than if she were screaming at Lisa. "I didn't think of it before, but this is going to be difficult with you standing. Ah well, we'll make do." A careless shrug of her shoulders and Emily once again lowered the blade to Lisa's abdomen. "My husband once asked one of his victims 'Bowels in or out?' Somehow I don't think you get that option."
Even without the ability to open her mouth Lisa's scream was very audible. The smell of blood quickly filled the air, tainting it with a metallic sourness. Still humming and ignoring Lisa's panting breath and the now copious tears she continued with her activities. She grimaced as she laid the Harpy aside and reached into the abdominal cavity. It was difficult to grasp, but Emily managed, grinning as she gave a sharp tug. she watched the intestines tumble free, slick and ropy. Emily barely heard the screams emanating between the whimpers from Lisa's throat as she reached for the Harpy once again.
One quick slice, and the end of the intestines were free from the body. Emily lifted them to the light peering at them, ignoring the blood form the gaping wound and the body itself. Lisa's eyes were wide in terror as Emily slapped the free end against the barb wire. It slid quickly and she made a grab for it, tucking it in between the coils around the pole.
"Painful, little Lisa?" she looked at the eyes squeezed shut, the cries of pain coming from beneath the duct tape. A twist of the handle on the umbrella began the pole turning, drawing the loosed intestines around it. The smell of fear and blood and meat was heavy in the air. Emily hummed the aria to the Goldberg Variations as she turned the pole, watching the reaction of her victim. She didn't hear the slow footsteps coming down the stairs. She stood upright in total shock when she heard the voice.
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