>>16053

The blade glided through pale white skin, revealing the fatty yellow subdermal layer. Sara retraced her initial cut, opening up the chest and stomach cavity to the cool air. Dark red blood ran down the boys ribcage as Sara pulled the two skin flaps apart. She separated the ribcage with a sternal saw and documented the glistening mass of organs. The ragged holes where the bullets had passed through the stomach and kidney received close up photographs.

She put the camera down and plunged her gloved hands into the slick mess. Cutting away at connective tissue, Sara pulled the intestines, lungs, stomach, bladder, rectum and heart out and dumped it onto a tray. The boy jiggled as she sliced and cut away at the raw red flesh. Each organ was separated, sliced open and documented, then placed into a plastic bag.

It was hard work, and often Sara wished the health authority would allocate some help, despite the remoteness of her location. After an hour, she stepped away and admired her handiwork. The boy was an empty shell, still staring blankly up at the ceiling. Beside him lay his insides, neatly organized and tagged. Sara turned on the hose and sprayed the corpse down, washing away the slime and muck and blood.

His skin gleamed, beaded with water droplets. Sara stared at his face. His soft features and parted lips drew her closer. This was the part of Sara that she kept hidden, rarely slipping out of her closely guarded persona.

Her finger and thumb gently rubbed his cheeks, then trailed to his mouth. She leaned over and kissed him, her glossy red lips leaving a faint mark on the purple cyanosis stained lips of the deceased. If the boy was still alive there was no doubt he would have turned beet red, his cock would have stiffened and tented his pants, his heart would race.

But alas, there was no one left behind those pale blue eyes.
>>16062
Thanks.