My Last Night

Florentin peered into her face, expression calculating, lightly touching her neck. There was no leering. As a scientist, he could separate people with subjects; you can't be sexually attracted to nothing but meat. "Rape? You should be so lucky."

Without thought or consideration to her new brand, Florentin pressed her shoulders down to the operating table while he ordered Sasha to take off her pants and underwear. He need her fully nude for his experiments. Alive, at the moment, so he could try his experiments with the newly deceased and without rot.

Once she was strapped down again, Florentin attached a dextrose to her arm, picked up a marker and drew guidelines all over her limbs. When he was done, he sliced her torso open with a scalpel, pulling the skin to the sides to look at all the organs. Carefully, he nipped each ends of her intestines and placed the entirety of it in a jar filled with preservation water. He reached in to poke the organs with his fingers, wide-eyed and fascinated.

The smell was too much. Florentin had put on a surgical mask at some point, and continued his work. It was bloody, messy business. Intense. Beads of sweat were beginning to form around his forehead. His hands were not steady, but at least his cuts were clean. He wasn't nervous — he was delighted. This whole business was always a delight to partake in. He watched her expression change, her plead for death. Poor thing didn't know anything, did she? Sasha stood nearby, holding out jars to hold the organs.

Florentin nipped and took out the non-essential organs first, one by one. He removed her kidneys, her uterus, her liver, and her pancreas. When she was lucid, he showed her the organ in question and told her exactly what it was. Her body must be in immeasurable pain.

He wasn't even at the essentials when the monitor flatlined. She was dead. No matter. She was still freshly dead. Florentin got to work quicker than normal. He replaced the essential organs — heart, lungs, but not brain — with technology, tubes and little gadgets the simulated the activity, and nipped the part of the brain that could feel pain. (He hoped that was the part. Otherwise, she would wake up with incredible pain.) When he turned the devices on, her body was back to breathing.

But she was still dead, of course. The damage to the brain was irreversible without necromancy. They relocated her body to the cell, placing it on the bed. There, Florentin conducted the ritual to raise her again with her brand new robot organs. She was asleep, but it seemed like she was going to wake up any time soon. He and Sasha left the room to sleep for tonight, turning off the light. He was going to check up on her exciting developments in the morning.

Compared to Maddie, Florentin's day was starting off fantastic. He had a lot of fun with his experiments last night. Perhaps it was ridiculous to say, but hurting someone, goring them — it always left him pretty giddy and excited. He slept wonderfully in Sasha's arms, then woke up to a lovely breakfast in bed, Sasha already up by hours at this point.

When he was done with breakfast, he changed out of his pajamas and put on his lab gown again with a tray of food. He turned on the light switch, flooding the room with blinding white, like a hospital, instead of total darkness. He picked up his tools from the table.

It was time to continue the experiments.