Arthur Hates Needles, Part 3

Warden Broussard went over to one of the shelves attached to the wall, her eyes browsing the rows of surgical instruments. "Aha" she whispered to herself, seeing what she was looking for. Picking up a surgical saw and a scalpel, she returned to Arthur and got up on the table once again, straddling the body of the deceased boy. Arthur's skin was already turning even paler than before, his formerly rosy pink cheeks now a sickly looking greyish blue, his formerly luscious, soft lips a slight purple.

The Warden took the scalpel and made a horizontal incision right below Arthur's collarbone. The skin parted, revealing the spongy yellow sub-dermal fat layer. She ran the scalpel across the incision once more, exposing the vibrant red of muscle and blood. Then, she made a long incision down his chest, all the way to his pelvis. She got off the table, laid the scalpel down and hooked her fingers under the elastic band of the boy's underwear. Once more, she pulled it down to his thighs.

His penis was still moist from her blowjob and subsequent orgasm, but it was now small and limp and grey, completely without any blood flow. The Warden retrieved a glass jar filled with preservative from the shelf and opened the lid. With one hand, she grasped Arthur's cock at the base of the shaft and testes, took the scalpel with her free hand, and jammed the blade under the ballsack. With quick, firm slices, she quickly cut around the male member, freeing it from Arthur's body. Blood dribbled from the meaty gash, pooling around his inner thighs as the Warden dropped the dismembered cock and balls into the jar.

She walked around the table and pried apart the two flaps of chest skin. His ribcage gleamed white and red and yellow. Grabbing the surgical saw, she cut down the centre of the boy's exposed ribcage. This took a bit more physical exertion than she was used to, and the Warden decided to make a mental note to ask for the logistics department to buy more power tools. Finally, after many sickening crunches and cracks, she laid the saw aside and pulled the ribcage apart, revealing his internal organs to the harsh white light. Another jar was grabbed from the shelf, and she stuffed her hand deep into the jiggly, greasy mass of guts, fishing around for her prize. She finally felt it, grasped her hand tightly around the object, and pulled it up. Arthur's heart dripped slime and blood as the Warden took the scalpel and sliced away the arteries, freeing it from its former host. She dropped it into the jar and wiped her bloodslick hands across her dress shirt.

Finally, she looked over at Arthur's head. His eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted, revealing his perfectly white teeth. Broussard laid a hand on his cheek, took the saw, and began to saw away at his slender neck. Yet more blood trickled down, dripping onto the cold stainless steel table surface. Warden Broussard sawed past his windpipe and felt the telltale grind of the saw teeth coming up against his spinal column. She put the saw down and pulled Arthur's head back, taking a better look at his exposed neck meat. Picking up the saw once more, she placed it against one of the gaps in the vertebrae, and sawed through. Finally, she felt the head drop free into her hand.
She grasped the boy's head by the glossy black curls of his hair and raised it up to her eyes. Even in death, slack jawed, smeared with his own life fluids and devoid of color, Arthur still retained his boyish handsomeness. Broussard felt her heart skip a beat as she admired her newest trophy. It was moments like this that really made her job worth doing, she thought.