I wonder how long a person can survive without their lower half.
Now, in order to
measure that properly, we need to determine the circumstances under which this
person lost their limbs. If it’s slow torture – like taking a bone saw to each
leg and gagging them so their screams and cries don’t filter outside the
storage room (colloquially named the “murder den”).
Side question: am
I using “colloquially” properly? I feel like I’m not. But I also just… HATE English
grammar. So much.
Anyways. If I were
to use a bone saw to slowly remove a woman’s limbs, their death would be quite
quick. Blood loss is imminent and their suffering would be great, but short. I
don’t want short.
So, what other options
are there?
I had a theory that
if I could remove from the waist quickly enough, I could then place the person
upright and use their bodyweight to hold all of their limbs together. This was
not the case and they just leaked out all over the floor. Death was definitely
slower than just hanging them from the ceiling and timing their exsanguination,
but it still wasn’t stellar.
What if I added
heat?
I had to get James’
help for this because I am strong but I’m not insane – I’m also 43 and not an
idiot. This part of the experiment took a very long time (and two of my best
rags because he bit clean through one and bled through another when they split
their tongue. What a shame) but it was worth it to finally get an answer to my
question.
We turned on the iron
to its maximum – which we already know is more than hot enough to cauterize a
wound – and got my thinnest saw. Clean cuts are a necessity for this kind of
surgery. Between the two of us, we sliced and burned along the man’s torso,
circling his middle until we’d cut through the center.
Like a melon.
Think of it like
slicing a melon and wiping as you go to keep the juices from spilling out.
What we were left
with was the upper half of a human body still pumping blood and showing brain
activity. Poor lamb came in and out of consciousness throughout the whole
ordeal. I imagine the pain was excruciating given the tears and rags they went
through. But at the end of it all, they were still alive. The skin essentially
puckered under itself as the flesh was burned so it closed itself off at the
bottom. It was not a colour I’d ever seen on a human being before (almost
burgundy with bits of white and green seeping out) which was actually really
cool.
We kept him
hydrated – though they threw up every few hours so it was difficult to keep up.
They survived a day. Well, probably a day. When he left at the end of the night,
they were alive. James and I took turns going to check on them, staying for a few
hours at a time before trading places. Sometime between switching shifts the
next night, they died.
This time, they didn’t
die from blood loss, so I count it as an improvement. We talked about doing an autopsy
to determine the actual cause of death but honestly, I’m an amateur mortician at
best. My knowledge of anatomy is better than most, but I wouldn’t be able to
properly diagnose his cause of death.
So, we decided to
leave the body for the coroner a few cities over. A case like this would
obviously make local news so it would be easy to keep track as their
investigation ran on. I hope they can give us more information.
If you can’t learn
from your missteps, what was the point?
As always, dear
readers,
Stay Safe
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