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You have no idea how the fuck you got here. You actually have less of an idea about where the hell you are. You saw the weird fleshy building from outside and you thought “Fuck it. It’s the end of the world, I’ll be damned if I don’t check out that dope ass squishy building.” Well, you checked it out alright. You remember kicking the wall, and then the wall started… sucking you inside? You have to be remembering wrong, you did pass out after all. You think. Now, you’re hopelessly lost within the seemingly alive structure. The first step you took after waking, you spotted a very scary looking creature, monster, thing. It serves you right for trying to come in here, you guessed. But now it’s imperative that none of them spot you before you get out of here.
You wander around for a very long time. Eventually, you hear a pretty whistling sound in one of the squishy hallways. You hope it’s another human, just wandering the halls and whistling. But that would be stupid, playing at nonchalance like that here would get you killed. So what is it? You find yourself drawn to the sound, and eventually you’re able to pinpoint the room it’s coming from. You peek in around the door and look around. It’s a medical looking room, with various tools that are similar enough to a normal doctors’. You look around, when you notice something there that you really should’ve noticed when you first poked your head in here. In the middle of the room, is a… well, you actually don’t know. It's got tentacles. And it's quite tall. You note that the whistling sound is coming from in between the tendrils connecting its face and body. It looks like it's operating on something? The color on its skin seems to change everytime you blink, and every shade is beautiful. You’re about to log this thing away as one of the more beautiful fantastical creatures you’ve seen in the apocalypse, when you’re startled by two hands on your left arm and two on your right.
“Wracksaw sir! This human was lurking outside the room watching you, probably plotting your demise!” Your eyes widen and you look at your assailants and scream. They are both quite similar in appearance, bug-like and scary, except one has an esca-like eyestalk protruding out of its head. They drag you over to who you now know to be Wracksaw, and his colors flash bright and angry. You idly wonder if those are connected to his mood. He looks at you darkly.
“Well done Debra and Eye-Bulb. Leave the intruder with me.” Debra and Eye-Bulb shove you to the ground at Wracksaw’s tentacles and leave, whispering to each other. “Did you hear that? He said "well done” to ME first!” Eye-Bulb says something to counter, but you’ve tuned them out. Wracksaw looks over you with a cold gaze before picking you up with one tentacle, eliciting another scream from you. He holds you up, flipping you and inspecting you as one would a small item. This is when you get a better look at this room. There’s bloody viscera on various tables, and the corpse of a crazy looking creature on another. He notices you tearing up and becoming paler by the second, and he holds you up to meet his eye.
“Hmmm. So far, I’ve only cut open already deceased humans.” He wraps the tentacle more securely around you, holding your arms firmly above your head and restraining your legs. With the tip of another, he wipes your tears. “Don’t worry. If I wanted to go inside you, I would’ve already.” Your whole body flushes, and you feel really warm.
You open your mouth, originally to scream, but instead, a whimper escapes your lips. He grins (you think?) and laughs at you. “My guess is that you want me inside you. Would that be an accurate interpretation?” It’s all you can do to stop yourself from begging him right here and now.
He suddenly slams you onto an operating table and straps you down at your waist. You try to scream again, but this time it catches in your throat. You grab at the strap, but he smacks your hands away. “Stay very still now. I want to show you something.” He bends your knee up and down, and repeats the process with your other knee. He does the same with your elbows, then he moves up to open and shut your jaw. You blush, and he grins at you. “This is where, traditionally, I’d check for rigor-mortis.” Your eyes widen in understanding. He just wants… to explain the process to you?
Once he sees your understanding, he traces a Y shape on your chest with a tentacle, the arms of the Y extending from the front of each of your shoulders to the bottom end of your breastbone. He presses firmly into you, not enough to hurt, just enough that you can feel your skin give. The tail of the Y extends from the sternum to the pubic bone, deviating to avoid the navel, and he keeps his tentacle there. You don’t even have anything to say, this is weirdly hot. “Some prefer a T or even an I shaped incision, but I find this way yields better reconstruction.” He gently drags another tentacle along your scalp, making you shiver. “Then a coronal incision to remove your crown.” He rests this tentacle on your head, yet another on your stomach, and his expression goes dark again.
“There are many ways to go from there. I could remove all of your organs en masse, and dissect those. That makes a huge mess though.”
He traces all over your body with several tentacles now, pausing meaningfully at anatomical landmarks.
“Essentially, I’d remove the distal duodenum to the rectum and dissect the pelvic organs away from the body wall, transect the iliac vessels, free the diaphragm then the retroperitoneal organs from the body wall around each side to the vertebra, free the neck structures anterior to the cervical vertebrae moving upward to stop once the tongue is free, and use the tongue being wary of damaging the larynx to strip the organs downward off the vertebrae anteriorly.”
You squint at him, your mouth opening and closing, not having caught a single word of that.
He can tell you’re confused, and he laughs at you. Again. He continues lecturing. “That’s just one method. I’ll spare you having to listen to me explain the others in such detail. Usually, after extracting your innards, I’d have my assistants weigh them. Did you know that for humans, your liver is the heaviest? Then your brain, lungs, heart, stomach, large intestine, and small intestine.” You actually did not know this, so you shake your head. He pats it and clicks his tongue(?) at you. “You should know these things about yourself.” He traces the Y shape on your chest in reverse, and you grit your teeth because holy shit this is crazy hot.
“I’d return your entrails, and then I’d sew you up.” He grins at you again. “But of course, I won’t be doing that today. Not unless you ask. The other humans I left pretty much intact, but with some… improvements. I had to get rid of them though, they really start to smell after a few measly hours.” He abruptly removes all the tentacles he had resting on you and walks (slithers?) away. You feel colder in their absence. “You make yourself comfortable. I have grander things to attend to.”
And he’s gone. You picture yourself getting up and maybe escaping, but you can’t bring yourself to actually move. What the hell did he awaken in you. And why are you really hoping he’d come back.