Gallons of the Stuff
A scream forced it’s way from her throat as the fingers pushed into the back of her hand, coming dangerously close to all the tendons that allowed her fingers to move and wiggle. In a desperate bid to get away, Sheila lashed out again, aiming a frantic kick at the Spy’s stomach.
And then she was pinned.
Oh, how she howled when the balisong was pushed through her hands, effectively pinning them to the wood behind them. Sheila was positive she hadn’t cried out that loudly for years, though having her hand’s nailed to the wall was a first. Yet she continued to struggle for her life, bellowing and cursing as the intruding fingers pushed into the wound on her stomach-
The flash of pink in her lower peripheral vision caused her to look down, staring at her protruding guts in horror. This couldn’t be happing. It just had to be a bad dream that she’d wake up from, sitting bolt upright in bed and screaming her little heart out.
Yet the searing pain in her hands and abdomen alerted her that this was no nightmare, and the masked Spy was truly gutting her where she stood.
The Engineer gave a choked little sound, midway between a sob and a groan of agony as her innards were yanked out like a long rope.
Her victim managed to kick Her in the stomach, but it did nothing to stop Her. She dug Her hands in deep, pulling and clawing at whatever She could get Her hands on. The sounds were what drove Her, really. The pain, the struggle to understand ‘why this? Why me?’ It was music to Her ears. She lifted a hand to gently pat the Engineer’s face, fingers smearing blood across her skin.
“Shhhh," She let her head loll, leaning in again to cup Sheila’s face in Her hand, "It will be over soon enough." She focused once more on the woman’s torso, finished with the intestines and now trying to pull out her stomach and liver. Maybe even kidneys. It had been such a long time since She had had fun like this…. Maybe she would even pass out, soon and then more could be done!