Hellen peeled off her bloody gloves slow with wet snaps, tossing them into a rusted basin before grabbing a spray bottle of harsh disinfectant.
The hissing chemical fog thick over the room in wide arcs, stinging fumes mixing with rot and copper to choke the air white as she wiped down every surface methodically—bed frame dripping red, tool tray gleaming fresh, floor slick with gore.
She hefted a bone saw from the tray next—whirring electric bite through Viktor's cooling corpse deliberate section by section—limbs hacked free at joints with gristly cracks, torso split midriff, head lopped final with a wet thud.
Bagging chunks heavy in thick black plastic, double-tied airtight before dumping the load into a massive 55-gallon industrial drum already brimming caustic sulfuric acid mix, thick bubbles foaming violent as flesh hit, dissolving started instant with acrid steam rising.
