A scalpel's kiss is sweeter than you think

"Indeed. If my tools had trouble doing this sort of work because they were blunt, I dread to think of what they might do to a living person." Isla glanced sidelong at Remi, nodding as he came to stand beside her and quickly removing the rest of the young woman's clothing. Her eyes glanced along the torso, picking out the areas that would best suit her work. With that done, she picked up her scalpel and got to work. The blade slid through the flesh like butter, and Isla knew she had Remi to thank for that. She did murmur a compliment to him, in fact, though she was visibly concentrating on the task before her. In no time at all she had made the initial cuts, explaining to Remi that she would need to pull the skin back from the ribcage and the sternum in order to remove it. So saying, she slid the scalpel beneath one of the incisions to begin lifting it away, only to pause as blood began to well up from the pressure of it. That wasn't uncommon. The fact that the blood was black as ink certainly was. "That isn't normal..." Isla the flesh is weak