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They thought he was dead; that the poison injected into him was enough to finish him off. They were wrong, so very wrong. As Terzo sat, unmoving, on the embalming table he internally screamed at the agony of feeling another’s hands inside of him. The feeling of the man’s fingers wrapping around his organs and cutting, pulling them out, was something that would forever scar Terzo’s mind and body. He should’ve been dead by now, several of his vital organs had been removed, pumped full of whatever fluid the man was using to keep his body fresh, and then haphazardly placed back in. His heart had been one of them, and he was sure it was no longer pumping. There was nothing keeping him alive anymore, so why was he? Terzo longed for the release of death that he had only ever gotten a taste of in his past. He wanted to indulge in the sheer lack of negativity that could only be reached through death. Terzo’s foot twitched once, the only movement his body was capable of making.