Lisa hated working in the lab. She hated dissecting little animals more, so her science teacher promised she could complete a different assignment. This one had something to do with…
For a second she couldn’t remember how she got here. She looked around. An old recessed ventilation fan hummed from behind a thick iron grating. It got closer the longer she stared at it.
She looked down to see she was holding an antique scalpel in her right hand. Her left hand held open the skin of her own abdomen.
Lisa woke in agony as the anesthesiologist screamed “Stop!”