She lost consciousness an hour ago. Most of it was out of her, but I was still missing the head and one arm. There was just so much blood though. I mean, I expected blood, but there was A LOT of blood. I originally thought one bucket was going to be enough. I almost had three full by then. I took a deep breath, bent the wire at a different angle and started again. Since she was unconscious I decided to go in farther. I got most of my hand in and started twisting. More blood flowed out, but so did most of a face. I figured I was making progress. I went deeper. My entire hand entered her. My hand was stuck in a raw, scarlet flower.

It took another fifteen minutes. I washed up, dumped the buckets into the nearby sewer and popped open a beer. I like being an only child. Feels good to know I’ll continue being one.