Isabella stood naked and heavily pregnant, tapping her foot, listening the last sobs of another lady's life.

Presently, a pleasant, bespectacled face poked around the corner. "Last one?" asked the vivisectionist.

"Yeah, just me," replied Isabella, sounding slightly annoyed. To be fair, she had spent most of the morning waiting for her snuff appointment.

The vivisectionist smiled, casually dumping a hollowed-out corpse and a mangled fetus onto the growing pile next to the door.

"Excellent. Welcome to Isaiah's Holistic Abortion clinic. Please, step into my office."