The Aftermath

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Angie is bewildered at how easy it was for Jim to bind her to the table. She fought, and kicked and bit and screamed and scratched and clawed, but none of it affected the man that pressed her to the bed, strapped her down and the cut her clothing off.

Naked she lay bound to the board on the gurney frame. She tried to squirm but the bonds were too tight, and in too many places. She could no move any of her joints. She screamed for help and for her father.

"So, Angie, here is what is going to happen."

"I don't want to know!"

"Sure you do, you will be drugged through most of it, so you won't understand what is happening to you if I don't tell you now. And that would be a shame, because my daughter, she saw it all, without the drugs. She understood everything. You saw the picture, right Angie? Do you need to see it again? I think so."

Angie squeezed her eyes shut, as if he were going to spray acid into them. "No! I won't look!"

"Alright, but I need to explain how she got like that, and how you are going to get like that, I want you to know everything Angie."

Angie whimpered, squeezing her eyes closed, not trusting the man who bound her up so that he could kill her. His voice was maddening. It was calm, and talked about cutting her up like it was a math lesson.

"First we are going to do what is called a 'Y' incision. This will start from each shoulder down to the middle of your chest. Like this..."

Angie felt the cutting begin and screamed, her eyes going wide to see him slicing her open, and then saw that it was a black marker, drawing a line from her shoulder to the middle of her chest. She was hyper ventaliatinng now, as she watched him trace another line from her right shoulder to the point of the other line.

"Then we will make an incision down to the top of your belly button." He started to make the line with the marker, "The scalpel has a four inch blade Angie. It will cut through your skin and the muscle."

"Please don't." She whimpered, "Stop, please."

"After the 'Y' incision, I pull back the skin and muscle. The way that is done is by pulling on the skin and using the scalpel to cut the muscle from the bone underneath. This is going to hurt the most. The drugs won't help you much while this is happening. It will be a great amount of pain. More than you can even imagine right now."

"Please don't kill me. Please. I'll do anything you want, please don't kill me."

"Anything I want Angie. Will you be my little girl? Bring her back to life?"

"Yes daddy, please daddy, don't kill me. Don't hurt me daddy. I promise to be a good girl. I promise daddy."

Jim staggered back from Angie like he had been slapped and braced himself against the table where his tools were. He took in deep breaths, gulping the air as if it were too thin to breath.

Once he recovered himself, Angie was still shaking her head from side to side, reciting her litany, "Please daddy, don't kill me. Please please don't kill me daddy. I'll be good, I promise daddy."

"I think that is enough explanation, Angie." He masked his face with resolve, and picked up the syringe with the opium based mixture of drugs and grabbed her head, jabbing the needle into her neck, and squeezing the plunger.

Angie's eyes went wide, and then clouded over, so that she looked like a doll.

Stewart watched her for a moment, then tuned, put down the syringe and picked up the scalpel. "Time to see what is inside of you Angie."