8th May

Various needle holes were on the left arm of Shihan. A large cut ran along his neck, just at a place where a scar would not be visible. A crude dissection was done live, but his heart was still beating.

Yetil was about to open a new cut to get access to his organs, when the body twitched.

Shihan opened his eyes to an unsettling smiling face. She had a hair net on keeping her purpley black hair out of her face. She also wielded a scalpel with her blue disposable gloves.

‘Oh. You’re up?’

She slowly twists the scalpel, shining as the different angles hit the light. Shihan tried to get up, when the woman pressed her forearm down just below his collarbone.

‘Hold on, Hanny. You shouldn’t move. Your guts might spill out.’

Shihan looked down to his feet. It was all red. A mix of dark red of some organs, dusty pink of some other organ walls, bright red from fresh oxygenated blood. Different shapes were also visible, throbbing.

Shihan tried to scream, but no voice came out. Instead were sharp pains, located mainly in his throat.

Yetil giggled.

‘I thought you might’ve wanted to do that as soon as you woke up, so I removed your vocal cords. You see?’

She pointed to a jar on the bench across the room, with what seemed like a proud smile across her face.

‘I will return it one day though. I think hearing your voice would be nice.’

Her voice had a lethargic quality to it.

‘You must be hungry. Let me feed you some food.’

Yetil turned to the bench to the left of Shihan. As she did that, Shihan tried to stay awake, but some drugs she injected must have still been in his system. The sparkle in his eyes gradually faded.

‘Say ah,’ she said joyfully, as she turned to him.

Yetil’s smile dropped, but her crescent shaped eyes did not disappear.

‘Next time I might have to blindfold you… I don’t want you to randomly wake up and see something like this when you’re this pure…’