Upon visiting her second son, the former Sister Archipelago presented him a pair of surgical gloves, smiling sweetly at the guards as she declared her desire to shield her son from the filth within the walls, but Gabriel, bless his scheming soul, presumed her purpose and upon returning to his chamber, disrobed and donned the green mitts, then fingered his fanny, invaded his void, clutched his rectal rim, and proceeded to pull.
The skill requires steady tension so the skin cannot go slack, to persistently pull as the flesh folds inward despite discomfort, until achieving an epidermal reversal, achieving a converse corpus, producing bone scaffolding adorned by gummy organs sheathed in mucus.
The overpowering putridity prompted the guards to probe and on sight having seen the spectacle, and socked the cellblock in lockdown to catch the culprit of the monstrous misdeed but, discovering naught, declared the prisoners' insurmountable innocence and cast the carcass in the trash.
The former Sister Archipelago waited at the dump, found the fetid form and placed her foot on his forehead while she tugged on his rump, peeling him back until his right self was on the out, as she and God had intended.
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