Ever since a child Dr.Albert had a proclivity towards preserving dead organisms and exploring their inner gore. He remembered once he had a cat and how he one day was overcome by the desire to see the internal anatomy of it. He had taken the sharpest knife he could find and slashed the cat open. Oh! How he had loved the feeling of it. It was a feeling of pure completeness and ecstasy that he had ever known. The gush of blood spurting out form the cat’s jugular the final cry of pain was a kind of sweet melody to his ears. He loved the smell of blood the warmth of the body the flesh as it turned from deep red to a pale white. This passion of his for the body made him what he was today. Working in the autopsy department of the LAPD he got a lot to unite with something he loved to do. His life from afar seemed perfect. A loving wife and a beautiful child. Love peace and serenity which every being on this earth could ask for .yet he always felt as if something inside him was missing as if there was a void inside him that could not be filled. Whenever he made love to his wife he always had this temptation to really know what her inside would be like. To hear her scream with pain for once.
As time passed Albert began to feel emptier inside. Once during love making he even sliced a bit mark on Jenna with a knife and he loved how she had screamed with pain that sent chills down his spine. Jenna believed that it was just a phase that will soon pass away. Now and then he would deliberately try to hurt her in any physical way he could. He had dissected so many bodies but he wanted to know Jenna from the inside deep and beyond. On the 25th of January he was reading a book on the morphology and he heard a voice in his head say “open her! Free your mind. She will understand. She loves you she has to understand” these were the words often repeated in his mind but he suppressed them. Alas! He felt as if he was in a trance. He got up and went into the kitchen. Jenna was cleaning up after dinner when he went over and felt her skin to skin. She smiled and kissed him. He took a deep breathe. And put his hand on her in a way that his thumb was pressing down on Jenna’s jugular vein. He knew that this would stop the blood to her brain meanwhile, his other hand was pressing down on a particular point near her armpit causing the muscles to seize up. There were no contractions, not even a single sound or a shriek she was unconscious. He then picked her up and took her to the attic. He tied her hands up with a pole and her legs too. Her daughter was asleep and he knew that she was not going to wake up till the morning light. After an hour Jenna was conscious again. Her vision was blurry and couldn’t recall what had happen. Her hands were sore with pain and she soon realized that she was chained to the pole. She opened her eyes and now she was in a state of pure familiarity with the person sitting in front of her on an old dusty trunk. She tried to speak but couldn’t her throat was dry and she needed water. When she finally spoke her words were “what’s this Albert?” and all he could say was “I want to know you from the inside. Please understand” he then proceed to make a slight cut on her neck. Jenna cried in pain. She begged him to be let go. But Albert knew that he had come so far and there was no going back because things could never be the same. He undressed her and looked at her. A body that he had seen so many times had a different vibe now. It wasn’t a body he made love to but a body he was going to pursue now in the name of passion to find the answer of his curious mind. He had all his medical equipment with him. Slowly he began making tiny segments on her body. She cried and tried as hard as she could to escape the clutches of the chain but they were strong and she was tired and helpless against the man she loved with all her might. He then took out a bottle of sulphuric acid filled some in a dropper and began pouring it on the wounds he had made. He loved the way she screamed in pain and agony. The attic was sound proof and he knew that none of the neighbors would wake up. So he can pleasure himself with her suffering. Jenna begged to be let go. Albert pretended not to listen as he was doing it in the name of passion. He chopped of her ring finger with a blade because a knife would be too quick and less painful.one by one he began chopping of all her fingers and she cried and cried. When the bone meets the blade he had to put more force into it and he loved that. She went unconscious with the pain. He waited for her to wake up and then the pain filled extravagancy began yet again. He then started peeling her nails out of her body. Jenna screeched and wailed with pain. She begged to be let go but Albert would not listen. And finally he slit her throat open with a knife. The warm blood soaked his clothes and the blood gushing filled his face with a warmth and satisfaction he had not known once from his childhood. He then made pieces of her slice by slice. Head, legs, arms, hands, feet, chest, her heart everything was put into order. He then took out the preserving mixture of formalin and alcohol filled it up in various bottles and began putting the body parts in it one by one. He looked at her heart which was now turning purple and tasted it with the tip of his tongue. When it finally came to the head he kissed it. The gentle touch reminded him of Jenna but he had no regrets he was happy and contended. He had finally known the warmth of his wife from the inside a thing he wanted to know for the last 20 years. He realized that his shirt had become stiff with blood and that it was almost 7, time for Elizabeth to wake up. He went downstairs and saw her sitting at the dining table. Elizabeth saw her she said “morning daddy! Do you know where mommy is? I can’t find her anywhere”. The sudden voice again whispered in his ear “open her! Free your mind” and with that he replied “sure sweetie! Come with me I’ll show you where mommy is.” And with that he took her in his arms and climbed the attic stairs and the door behind him went shut…..
