Your a butcher for the black market... Your here for your own reasons, but, you took subtle leisure, or pleasure, that's your own business. But regardless, you would take given remains and separate them accordingly, jar organs, shelf heads, case eyes... All in you own way. Now, your employer brought you a girl, so you sawed her open, leaving her torso open and emptied, you turn to one of your many shelves of parts, the room lit by candles, illuminating the reused book cases holding up severed heads, and jars of hearts and intestines... But, you turn to see something you haven't ever seen, but, not all that boring either...

The fresh meat, or girl, is now standing, naked and undead, her eyes grim, and her body cut wide open, and hollow. No heart, lungs, stomach ribcage... All of those contents were currently laid out on your work bench, the girl turns her head groggily to you, standing there peculiarly, resting her hand on the ice cold operating table

"...What... What happened to me...?" I ask, sounding half scared, half confused, as I move my hand around inside my chest cavity that is now just full of moist air rather than, the usual organs.