The chainsaw drop on Louis' stomach allowed the machine work around his intestines. Organs she recognised from high school biology classes pattering around and bursting. She couldn't close her eyes, couldn't look away. Absolutely transfixed on a moment that has forever changed her life.
Sullivan reached for the rope connected to the maimed man's tongue, with a force that seemed too little to watching eyes, the tongue ripped off carrying with it flesh she couldn't describe and blood that flowed like a gushing tap. The little life Louis has surged before her, his body spasming around the pain.
A long metallic screw on his table of tools came next, the chainsaw plus the washing machine and the cleaning robot conjuring a sound that was too clear for Gigi's ears.
