The drill finished breaking through.
The twisted branches pierced through the last resistance and penetrated Katerina's abdomen with firm thrust. The spin didn't stop upon entering; it continued inside, tearing tissue and displacing what it found in its path. The weapon's tip emerged through her back in a matter of seconds, stained, still rotating.
The woman's body tensed immediately. Her muscles reacted late, unable to keep pace with that force advancing without pause. Her breathing cut off sharply and a spasm ran through her torso.
Inside, everything stirred.
The drill's movement disturbed viscera and flesh with brutal precision, without unnecessary dispersion, concentrated on a fixed axis. Internal pressure increased, and with it, a sensation not limited to pain: something deeper, denser, extended from the impact point.
Then it changed.
