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Her optic’s inner mechanics whirred in grisly pleasure, but her claws remained professionally still while they stripped away the little monkey’s outer coverings. The wretched thing had finally laid still, letting her work in some relative ease. Despite being pinned to the table with scraps of metal, the human’s tenacity was not providing a comfortable working condition.
She inspected the scraps of fabric. Musing how much their outer appearance changed so rapidly since her arrival. She related them to the creature they called a ‘sheep’, a herbivore capable of producing a thick coat of ‘wool’. The notion they harvested these creatures and wear this produce themselves… it was quite droll.
This sheep… this human… She stared at the milky skin. This was a female of the species seeing 25 revolutions around the planet’s Sun. Her computers quickly calculated it was 9125 or so times the sun had risen and fallen. If you say it like that… she sounds quite old… Her thin claws danced along her rising stomach, feeling the creature’s vital processes at work. Her censors were built especially sensitive into her slender fingers… it was almost a requirement for her line of… work.
The thinnest part of her ‘index’ traversed back into her sternum and made a slow, deliberate motion downward to her pelvis, leaving behind a long line of crimson. She capitalized with two horizontal incisions on the top and bottom. She withdrew her claws and looked upon her work, quite pleased with such a clean cut. But now came her favorite part…
She held each hand before the human and let her thin fingers break up into even smaller little claws, stretching outward to the human’s new wound. They dug into and beneath the creature’s skin; she could see them move beneath the pale membrane. When she was satisfied with their depth, she slowly motioned her hands to the side and the flaps of carved flesh began to peel away like the skin of an orange. Slowly and carefully… inch-by-inch… the skin was stripped cleanly away, snapping away vessels and sinew that held it so tightly against the pretty little form. She quickly pinned them to the side and out of the way, and again looked down to her work.
Her ribs were ripe with bright pink muscle, coated with crimson-tinted mucus. Beneath them, precious jumbles of membrane and muscle working. The two skin balloons in her chest inflating and deflating… Even deeper, the one muscle that mattered.. pulsing blood where it was needed. This was what she wanted this time around..
She drove a finger into her solar plexus and listened for that wet snap. The ribcage suddenly flung wide open to her, allowing her access to the treasure it protected…
The human’s breathing suddenly became quite erratic… blood flow notably increasing… she was making a mess. She frowned.
“Come, come, my dear…” Her metallic voice reverberated. Despite attempts to keep her voice low and soothing, her large frame made it utterly impossible. Likely all it did was heighten the poor girl’s fear.
Good.
The metallic plates on her face curled back for a slight smile of sword-sized fangs. She always liked it when they became aware again at this stage. These humans detested seeing within themselves. Perhaps they feared their frailty, how easily their life could be snuffed. Even now she was but a prick away from a sudden, uneventful death. But then that wouldn’t be any fun.
With caution guiding her purpose, her thin appendages curled gingerly around the balloons and held them aside. She could feel the warm breath pump faster now… and she could hear her gasp and wheeze.
She stared down at the rapidly beating organ, looking as if it were ready to explode. This was her source… her source of life… her source of fear. Everything centered upon this little bundle of nerve and muscle. Pathetic creature…
Unable to contain herself, her grin parted four ways wide, revealing some of the inner workings of her neural net, as well as an ominous ‘hole’ that served as a throat tube. A long, silvery tendril slithered from its home inside and approached the most hallowed of human biology. It’s tip caressing its bloody-mucus coating ever gently. The human writhed uncomfortably at the unknown and rather intense sensation.
Her extra ‘appendage’ slithered again against the throbbing organ. The human continued flinching, moaning at the pain every movement produced, but then it was almost involuntary.
She coiled the metallic tentacle around the precious heart completely, gently at first… then began to constrict. Her tongue tightly wrapped around the organ, squeezing it with all it’s mechanical power. In it she could feel it desperately trying to do it’s job, trying to support this worthless specimen’s life.
Gurgling alerted her to the human’s face... blood had rushed itself up into her mouth, coughing it up like some demented fountain of red. It was… a satisfying result. There was but one thing to do…
She grasped the struggling blood balloons tightly, no longer caring for the creature’s life. She gave the simplest little tug, and a motion of her head…
The human gave one simple tiny sound before her lungs came free… unable to scream… unable to live.. Her heart beat it’s dying beats wrapped in Sepulchral’s grasp… she held it, dripping it onto her dying face… mocking her last moments alive…
And then… nothing.
Sepulchral took the tendril and heart into herself… her eyes glowing a brighter shade of amethyst briefly.
“End recording.” Her internal systems clicked briefly. “Encrypt and send to unit Flatline.”
