Through the notches in your spine

[The last heard from her was a groaning protest as her hands grew cold and her breathing came to a slow, then a stop. She was gone, the last thing she experienced being something she hadn’t ever wanted to think about.]

#reblogging bc end

[She had neither the strength or the will to move her head away from his petting this time. She just wanted to close her eyes…. She blearily watched him go for her skirt and, despite her fading conscious, she croaked]

St..op……..

.......

[He pulled the scissors onto the fabric, snipping upward a bit. She was going fast, so instead of granting her wish or even responding, he just smiled]

Goodnight, Smile.

[Snip]

[She was already weak before, and this definitely wasn’t helping. She was nearly sinking into the ground, no strength to hold herself at all. Her eyelids fluttered and her breathing was shallow with the sudden lack of oxygenated blood circulating through her. A few more tears slipped out without her permission.]

[He watched her as the blood drained. It was true; her heart was slowing, so he did wonder about the effects. Would she die? At the sight of the tears, he reached forward to pet her head]

Hush dear. Your surgery is almost done!

[He chuckled as he pulled away, removing his scissors again as he gently pulled back the bottom of her skirt.....]

[When he let her go she almost went limp, exhausted entirely. She was still barely paying attention to what he was saying, and despite her efforts a tear slipped out from the corner of her eye.]

[At the sight of the tear, he couldn't hold the grin from his face]

There it is! Hah hah, tears from a stone! Good for you, darling.

Heh heh......Hm.....Alright then. One more test to the heart and we're ready to move on!

[With that, he took the scalpel, dragging it and making a thin cut along the aorta, letting a steady stream of blood flow]

This should weaken you quite a bit. Don't be alarmed!

[She shuddered when he gripped tighter, turning her head to the side more and scrunching her face up more in pain. She could barely even hear him through the focus on her heart.]

Ahh, there's a reaction....

[He let her go, pulling one hand from her chest completely and leaving the other to rest on her breastbone] I was wondering if you really were made of stone, dear.

[She was so uncomfortable but still didn’t make a sound past a soft gasp at the restraint of her heart, grimacing. She had begun to tear up but blinked them back, determined to not let him see]

[He allowed to heart to pick up rhythm again, his fingers massaging it to reestablish a beat. However, as it settled back down into a pattern, he gripped it again with a bit more force]

Most people would have died the first time. What a tough cookie you are.

[His voice held playful malice]

[Neither of those options were very good, and she was nearly quivering when he put his hand on her heart. Keeping herself together was getting harder and harder… But for once she stayed silent.]

[He could feel her heart racing beneath his palm as she quivered, his own hand shaking in what might have been anticipation. Slowly, he clasped the heart, restraining its beats for a moment before letting go]

Hm.....

[She bit back a shake in her voice, speaking with clarity after a few moments]

And what is that?

Well.....Either removals, or I can move lower....I haven't decided yet....

[He places his hand on her heart, at the ready to grip onto it]....

You asked me my- … [tones down, almost mumbling] Whatever……

[She was so tired. So tired of listening to his condescending disgusting voice, of having her goddamn torso cut open, of almost feeling the air seeping into the cavity of her chest… She didn’t want to die here, but she didn’t want to exist either. Her eyes burned, but she ignored it.]

Hmm?

[He slowly put his hand back, resting it against her rib bone. Honestly at this point he wasn't even sure why he was doing what he was. Probably out of anger, or just a simple want to torment her.....that was always fun]

I believe I am almost ready to move to the next bit.....

[Him playing with her heart was making it hard for her to even answer him, and when she did it sounded choked]

I don’t want to die like this…

[He pulled his bloody hands away, a smile still on his face]

.....Since when has what you wanted mattered in these situations, dear?

I won’t be able to regenerate one fast enough, I know this..!

[Desperation was leaking into her voice. She didn’t want to die like this, with her body displayed for him to look at even after death… It was humiliating to even think of it.]