Trigger Warning: gore, extreme violence, sexual violence, pedophilia
Please don’t read if any of this triggers you.

Oh, there you are finally. I was afraid you'd never wake up. That would have even awkward, wouldn't it? Me whispering secrets to some sugary old corpse in the dark? Could you imagine?
You do look a little pale, though. Your eyes look strange too. I've only ever seen them with a thief's glare. It's probably a concussion, you should snap out of it soon. A little headache never killed anyone.

What's that? You're not making a lot of sense there. You'll have to hold that thought. This isn't really a dialogue, you see. I'm the only voice here tonight. It has to be that way. Can't get much done if we spend the night yapping away, can we?
The restrains? They're there for your own safety, I assure you. See, if you move too much, it'll make things harder for both of us. I'm a small woman, I smoke a lot of cigarettes and I'm quite honestly I'm not very strong. Can't have you thrashing all over the place, with all these scalpels and bone saws and whatnot. Not the safest of work environments.
There we are. Now you see, I have you all to myself. Isn't that what you always wanted? To be with me forever? Naked, sprawled across a bed, maybe tied up? There you are! (Be careful what you wish for)

This thing here is a scalpel. It's so sharp, see? We'll make the first incision with this. It's so sharp you won't feel a thing. Well, that's a lie but you get the point. Have to separate the skin from the flesh. Then we go deeper with a good old kitchen knife. This one might sting, it's been overused and is kind of blunt, but gets the job done.
There, you see? If we carve a little place where you'll see the femur. It's the largest bone in the body, but you probably already know that. You taught me biology, too. Made sexual jokes about "teaching me bio" too. Remember? Anyway, we'll expand that gash in a downward fashion, until we reach the kneecap. Expose it.

We'll take a hammer to that sucker, really get to work on it. You want to see the bone splintering. Some satisfaction to be had there.
You with me so far? You look a little worn there, but you have to stay with me. I worked hard for this, you know.

The machete is just a prop, pretty useless now. But the bone saw, we need that. We need it to hack at the limbs, now. One by one, sir. Chip away at them slowly.
I'll make you feel it. Keep you breathing to the very end, keep you conscious through all of it. And when you beg for it, when you can't take another second, I'll keep going. Just like you used to.

And then maybe, maybe I'll let you go. Maybe just leave you there, until you bleed out on the grass. I'm kind of bored now. And tired.
I need a smoke. But one thing is certain, sir. One thing is true. You will never slide your scaly fingers into a child's tee shirt ever again.