![]() I had a sneaking suspicion not all our subjects were obtained through proper legal or voluntary measures and was regretting waving away Uncle's earlier offer of a breathing apparatus.įoggy wisps of breath escaped my lips, but I refused to give in to building shivers. It wasn't much different from cutting into a pork loin prior to its roasting, a thought that should have been more disturbing than it was.Ī sickeningly sweet smell wafted from the incision I'd made. Human flesh flayed much easier than I'd anticipated. ![]() My brows raised a fraction before I schooled my face into an unreadable mask. ![]() Without hesitation, I dragged the scalpel from one shoulder to the sternum, taking pains to push as deeply as I could. I felt Uncle hovering behind me, studying my every move, but had my view set entirely on the blade in my hand. I took my time eyeing the placement of metal upon skin, ensuring proper angling for the cleanest cut. Getting the preliminary incision correct was imperative. I placed my thumb and forefinger on the icy flesh, spreading it taut above the breastbone as Uncle had showed me.
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