?? POV
The sack was still on the ground when the mister took one of the saws from the long table by the wall.
I stood on the little stool, seeing how he stepped to the table, how he placed the big saw directly on the woman's small hipbones.
He didn't look at me at all, while I stared at the body on the table.
From placing the saw, it didn't take long for the movement to follow—the movement of his hand and the movement of the saw.
The body shook, so I placed my hands on her stomach and collarbone to hold her still.
Blood started to pour, and the sawing continued.
The lower towel slipped, but she was now covered in blood anyway.
She felt warm to the touch, nearly unbearably so.
He had reached the bones nearly immediately because the woman was so skinny.
The sound had turned more forceful, hollow, and loud.
Thrice did the saw get stuck; thrice he had pulled it out with great force, but the work continued anyway.
