packaging facility. The women got a vaginal exam with a large illuminated speculum which looked like a huge duckbilled flashlight.
This woman got progressively more incoherent and began vomiting. She was a redheaded attractive thirty-something lady who came, as did the others, with commendations of loyalty, high ethics and knowledge of the penalties for stealing. She continued with dry vomiting.
“I feel sick.” She began staggering and holding onto things to steady herself
The nurse looked at the clear mucoid vomitus. “Are you pregnant?”
“No. Not possible. I’m just sick today.” She continued with dry heaves and held on to her distended stomach. She ran to the bathroom with the nurse right behind her. The redhead retched with her head in the toilet bowl and upchucked two small tubular white rubber narrow balloons full of a white substance. “I have to sit on the toilet.” She turned around and had a violent bout of explosive watery bowel movement productive of more white-filled finger-size balloons.
The cartel nurse shouted for Bizetes, “Cros come in here quick.”
Bizetes examined the rubber objects, “I don’t know what they are but they must be filled with heroin. One of them is broken. What are her pupils like?”
“Pinpoint. And the rubber things are called finger cots. They’re like tiny condoms used to protect fingers from infection. She must have them in her locker and kept going back-and-forth filling them. Her entire GI tract is probably lined with these things.” The nurse did a test on the powder. “It’s pure heroin–our heroin.”
Bizetes turned red. “Take her to the boiling room and tie her to the long steel table after you put a plastic sheet on the floor under it. Use duct tape.”
The woman continued to get more obtunded.
“Quickly. I don’t want her to be unconscious.” Bizetes helped with getting her tied down and spoke to one of the over-muscled male assistants. “Get the movie camera going. I want every second of this to be recorded.”
Linsky and Mindel looked on incredulously.
“What are you going to do?” Mindel stepped out of the way.
“Give me your surgical instrument kit. I need two scalpels–the ones you use to cut into the plaster casts–and a roll of heavy string. I want this on video and take plenty of photographs.” Bizetes donned a plastic coverall, rubber gloves and face shield. He wielded the first scalpel and cut the woman from her breastbone to her pubis after the nurse applied duct tape to her mouth and secured the rest of her to the perforated steel table with abundant tape. Blood spurted high toward the ceiling as the duct-taped body writhed with the eviscerating incision. The rest of her body was immobilized with the extensive duct tape application. The spurts of bright red blood became a slow pulsatile steady ooze as her blood pressure decreased. The blood dripped around her abdomen, through the circular perforations in the steel table and onto the plastic sheet on the floor. The crimson splotches coalesced into slowly moving puddles at Bizetes’ bootee-covered shoes. He continued with the first scalpel to make three lateral cuts from the midline incision. The woman’s intestines escaped outward and tiny redlines of darker blood now mingled with the drippings from the first incision. The non-anesthetized woman’s eyes rolled up under her eyelids and her body relaxed into flaccidity from the first muscular contractile efforts.
Everyone but the nurse and Bizetes stepped back. The nurse was also clad in protective plastic. Bizetes reached under the breastbone and tied the heavy twine around the esophagus just above the stomach. He did the same with a ligature around the rectum.
“Give me the second scalpel.” Bizetes received it in his gloved hand and cut the esophagus and rectum. “Now I’m going to retrieve our stolen goods.”
The woman was unconscious as Bizetes removed her entire gastrointestinal tract as one huge tubular
This woman got progressively more incoherent and began vomiting. She was a redheaded attractive thirty-something lady who came, as did the others, with commendations of loyalty, high ethics and knowledge of the penalties for stealing. She continued with dry vomiting.
“I feel sick.” She began staggering and holding onto things to steady herself
The nurse looked at the clear mucoid vomitus. “Are you pregnant?”
“No. Not possible. I’m just sick today.” She continued with dry heaves and held on to her distended stomach. She ran to the bathroom with the nurse right behind her. The redhead retched with her head in the toilet bowl and upchucked two small tubular white rubber narrow balloons full of a white substance. “I have to sit on the toilet.” She turned around and had a violent bout of explosive watery bowel movement productive of more white-filled finger-size balloons.
The cartel nurse shouted for Bizetes, “Cros come in here quick.”
Bizetes examined the rubber objects, “I don’t know what they are but they must be filled with heroin. One of them is broken. What are her pupils like?”
“Pinpoint. And the rubber things are called finger cots. They’re like tiny condoms used to protect fingers from infection. She must have them in her locker and kept going back-and-forth filling them. Her entire GI tract is probably lined with these things.” The nurse did a test on the powder. “It’s pure heroin–our heroin.”
Bizetes turned red. “Take her to the boiling room and tie her to the long steel table after you put a plastic sheet on the floor under it. Use duct tape.”
The woman continued to get more obtunded.
“Quickly. I don’t want her to be unconscious.” Bizetes helped with getting her tied down and spoke to one of the over-muscled male assistants. “Get the movie camera going. I want every second of this to be recorded.”
Linsky and Mindel looked on incredulously.
“What are you going to do?” Mindel stepped out of the way.
“Give me your surgical instrument kit. I need two scalpels–the ones you use to cut into the plaster casts–and a roll of heavy string. I want this on video and take plenty of photographs.” Bizetes donned a plastic coverall, rubber gloves and face shield. He wielded the first scalpel and cut the woman from her breastbone to her pubis after the nurse applied duct tape to her mouth and secured the rest of her to the perforated steel table with abundant tape. Blood spurted high toward the ceiling as the duct-taped body writhed with the eviscerating incision. The rest of her body was immobilized with the extensive duct tape application. The spurts of bright red blood became a slow pulsatile steady ooze as her blood pressure decreased. The blood dripped around her abdomen, through the circular perforations in the steel table and onto the plastic sheet on the floor. The crimson splotches coalesced into slowly moving puddles at Bizetes’ bootee-covered shoes. He continued with the first scalpel to make three lateral cuts from the midline incision. The woman’s intestines escaped outward and tiny redlines of darker blood now mingled with the drippings from the first incision. The non-anesthetized woman’s eyes rolled up under her eyelids and her body relaxed into flaccidity from the first muscular contractile efforts.
Everyone but the nurse and Bizetes stepped back. The nurse was also clad in protective plastic. Bizetes reached under the breastbone and tied the heavy twine around the esophagus just above the stomach. He did the same with a ligature around the rectum.
“Give me the second scalpel.” Bizetes received it in his gloved hand and cut the esophagus and rectum. “Now I’m going to retrieve our stolen goods.”
The woman was unconscious as Bizetes removed her entire gastrointestinal tract as one huge tubular
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