The Death Process Continues

I never thought that things could get worse. No one ever believed that things could go wrong in our beautiful world, but they did.

The stallion continued the process of the killing. He went back to the cut on her chest, he made two incisions, one on the top of the original cut and one on the bottom. He now took Rainbows flesh and tore it open to create a window to her insides that were now barely working to keep her alive. She was alive though, her eyes were moving in all directions and her mouth was stuck open as if she wanted to scream but no noise would come out. As we went to make the first cut in Rainbows body, she flinched.

"You mustn't do that now" he stabbed her stomach.

He cut along where he made the stab and pulled the knife ever so carefully down to made a cut. You could see the stomach acid pour out as he began to open it. She was empty, all accept for the little purple candy that had gotten us in this mess.

"Jack, how are they coming along?

I knew that voice, I couldn't forget it. It was her voice the old ladies voice, the lady I thought was so kind, so innocent, and yet she was there, she was helping with this awful scene.

Rainbow's body way now still, it was as if she were a mere specimen in a lab in mid-dissection. The now named Jack began to tear out the different organs, he began