Vitiel

or. The heavy, blast-proof door hissed

read of attachment I held for my marriage

rhead. The blinding, artificial glare pierced straight through my closed eyelids. The intense brightness made my stoma

mly against the iodine-stai

sing on the exact spot Dante used to caress when we l

g sounded like a death clock ticking down in my ears. I knew the sound of metal intimatel

itself against the wal

, to kill. Nothing responded. The sheer impotence fueled a burn

harp tip of the scalp

ad always believed my body belonged entirely to me and

tearing mercilessly t

and exploded in my cerebral cortex. It was a tearing, burning pain t

heart monitor beside my head began to shriek, a rapid,

urgeon cursed un

microvessel. His movements were brutal. To him, I wasn't th

I could physically feel my life force draining out of me onto the table. I had bled sweat a

antically, tweaking the IV drip. He was terrified

r own skins. It was the perfect m

re and the sharp tearing twisted together into an inescapable net of torture. I forced my mind to stay hyp

he dark void of my mind.

rted from the lowest street rats. He ha

d completely, instantly replaced by a towering, volcanic rage. I was a Vitiello. I was

nto the open wound. The surge

sensation of being physically ripped in half perf

en mask. The salty drops slid down my cheeks and mixed with the harsh smell of the antiseptic

rate the connective tissu

l cavity. It felt like my very core was being hollowed out. It was the ult

IV line. It did absolutely nothing. The pure, unadulterated adren

ealthy kidney was lifted out of its cavity. A cold, empty

of the woman who destroyed my life. The thought

elieved breath. He dropped th

las

ed the absolute end of my o

the private elevator. Her frantic footsteps faded away. The

cles back together. The crude pulling of the heavy thread through my

d the fading agony, a chilling, a

gically removed along with my

round me, but not out of fear. I was coiling inw

hed, assuming the drugs had finally worked. They had no idea I was using the interro

ck, rough gauze pad was slapped over the wound, cov

, rhythmic slapping of the mop was monotonous and indifferent. My sac

massive blood loss finally dragged m

kness took me, I carved a death se

scraping my raw vocal cords, and strapped a cheap oxygen mask

latter against the floor tiles, rol

y is the down paym