[Depraved]

As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he took his time making sense of the scene before him. He made a soft, helpless sound as it all came clear. He stood there for a moment, mouth hanging open.

As Clem stood gaping at the bloody mess on Sully's bed, Vera-Ellen darted past him, slashing him across his belly in a long movement. She brought the knife back again, twisting the blade inside him and dragging it back across. She jerked it free, and jumped back as he grunted and wheezed.
Surprise spreading across his face, he looked down at the widening slit. The weight of his entrails pushed through the opening, sliding out in a slippery rush of guts. He grabbed clumsily with hands slowed by shock, seizing at the purple-streaked sausages now slithering from his stomach. The loops in his fingers hung slack as the main body of his intestinal tract slopped over his shoes in a stinking pile.

Vera-Ellen laughed at him haughtily.
"I think I learned me a pretty good lesson, don't you?"
He looked over her shoulder, and shouted in aggreived desperation.
"Don't just stand there, Cheever! Fucking help me!"