(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

I gulped. Well, better start with the obvious, "Let's try the stomach, shall
we..."
I lay upon the table, and Marta stood over me, a rusty knife at the ready. I
closed my eyes and waited for it... there was a stabbing pain as she sliced
into my abdomen, then cut brutally downwards in a saw-like motion,
exposing my innards as skin and flesh parted to reveal my glistening guts. I
made a choked gurgle, and despite the pain, watched in morbid fascination
as she lifted up my stomach...
My vision slowly returned... to see Marta standing over me, shaking her
head. "Nothing, nothing, found, eh, Marta?" She shook her head. "No,
nothing, Marta, no luck... should we try again?"
It was some strange delirium that guided my next words, "Huh... huh... How
about my rib cage...?" Instantly I regretted opening my damn mouth.
Marta swiftly took up a chisel and mallet. There was a sharp crack, as she
split my ribcage open. I choked back my screams as she began to fish in my
lungs... those sacks of air fluttering uselessly as I tried to gasp for air. It was
almost too much. Cycles of agony, turning over like the seasons. Flesh
parted and bones cracked and tendons tore as quickly as they regenerated.
It was a mercy when I went numb, then blacked out from the pain.
When I awoke again, Marta was still standing over me. Her pursed lips
matched the disappointed look in her eyes. "Nothing. Find nothing."
Third time's a charm. "Chu... chu... check the intestines... anything could be
lodged in there."
"By the Powers, chief! Please stop!" Morte was on the verge of screaming,
his voice rich with desperation.
And Marta held up that rusty knife again. There was a stabbing pain as she
sliced into my abdomen, then cut brutally downwards, gutting me like a fish
once again. I stared, trying to keep conscious as she hummed to herself,
reaching her shriveled hands into my guts.
"Ah!" There was a wrenching pain as Marta lifted up the ropy mass of my
intestines, blood and other fluids streaming from it. "Look at this, Marta...
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