Julian knew he'd never know when she'd died as the refrigeration of the corpse would slow decomposition
right down, but that wasn't the oddest thing about the corpse before him, no, the oddest thing was the way
the body had been arranged after death.
The
body was naked, her breasts on display for everyone to see, to marvel over, to
touch maybe and her legs had been cruelly tied with twine before her feet had
been removed, post-mortem he reasoned due to the lack of blood over the visible
and protruding bone of the ankle, it looked like some sort of cutter had been
used as the flesh looked neat almost as though they'd been removed in one easy
motion.
Most,
if not all of her organs had been violently removed rectally, pulled free from
her rear leaving a wide open cavity and small pieces of flesh hung free around
it. Her arms sat uselessly to her
side, there were no signs of any real struggle, her killer had been obviously
larger and better trained than she was and the attack would have been
mercifully quick. He looked at her skin, it yellow under the light and couldn't
contain the urge to press it, feeling the cold flesh resist his probing finger
before he pulled back from it.
The
most macabre piece of the attack was the removal of her head and flaps of skin
hung free from her neck and covered the windpipe as it hung down over the void
where he head would have been. Again, this mercifully looked post-mortem too as
he reasoned it would have been hard to chop the neck so cleanly if she'd been
alive and struggling.
For all
the death before him he found himself becoming hungry and he licked his lips
before he cut the twine holding her ankles and was surprised that they didn't
drop free. Some level of rigger had set
it and he pushed them apart before dripping olive oil over her chest.
"How
long do I put it in the oven for, Michelle?"
"Weigh
it first." the voice shouted from the other room. "Twenty minutes a
pound plus an extra one, Gas mark 180. I'll do the Roast potatoes later."
