Kinjo watched with horror filled eyes as the scapel got closer and closer to his skin. Flinching and cried out in pain as the first cut came. Tensing and untensing as he felt the blade deeply cut down his skin. Crying out loudly for the man to stop. Screaming soon though as his skin was peeled back. â€œStop! Stop!â€ He cried out. Tears forming in his eyes. This was the worst thing that had happened to him yet since first waking up in this horrible place. Screaming again as he felt the blood oozing when with a sickening slurp his chest was wide open. This scared the hell out of him. He was paralyzed with fear. He felt the movement of muscles and screamed again. Crying out for him to stop that he wasnâ€™t dead over and over again. Tears trailing down his cheeks. Why did he need jars? He wasnâ€™t dead. He wasnâ€™t dead. Why wasnâ€™t this man listening? Dead people didnâ€™t bleed! He couldnâ€™t struggle or move. His body was paralyzed with fear. He liked his organs right where they were. He whimpered as he felt blood trailing down his form as it oozed up over the sides of the cuts and went down his form in slowly downwards trails. This was horrible. He hated this worse than anything that had happened yet.