Not my wife, but someone close enough.  “Come in.  The girls are waking up.  Prepare the exam for me while I look for more supplies.”  

He nods and gets to work on setting up the exam.  I feel like that decorations are missing something.  It’s a lot of red.  Hmm….What color are the girls’ eyes?  I walk over to my disemboweled victims and open their eyes.  Some were blue, few were green, many were brown.  I don’t really care.  Color is color, and irises really glow with color.  There is a scalpel in my bag I can use to remove the irises from the rest of the eye.  I start with a pair of dull brown eyes to practice.  The blue and green eyes I want to be perfect.  Brown eyes can be messed up.  They’re the most common.  With steady hands, I trace a light circle around the iris with the tip of the scalpel.  Once the tracing is done, a deeper circle is cut in the eye.  Clear fluid squirts out of the eye and onto my face.  I slowly lick some of the fluid off my face.  Such a unique taste.  Almost tasteless, but with a pinch of salt.  It has the consistency of very loose gelatin.  Getting lost in the taste, I accidentally cut the iris.  Damn it.  I sigh and work on the girl’s next brown eye.  This time I don’t mess up.  The rest of the irises are successfully cut out and taped onto some lights to create color effects.  The room blends with colors of brown, green, and blue.  Not bad.  Very Earthy, but contrasts greatly with the red.

Screams of terror fill my ears as the exam begins.  Pleads reach my ears, but they never process.  Beg all you want.  That only makes this more exciting.  “Don’t make them die too quickly.  Where’s the fun in that?!”  I yell back to my partner while laughing with pure malice.  The screams grow in volume as my statement reaches the girl’s ears.

A rustle is heard from the bathroom.  The liar is awake already?  I thought I made her dose stronger.  Oh well.  It’s not perfect but it’ll do.  I hide opposite of where the door would open so she won’t see me.  She slowly opens the door and jumps at the scream of her sisters.  She shrieks and I take my chance.  Arms twisted around her back, I hold her against my front.  Her screams increase in volume and her body starts to struggle.  I trap her between me and a desk that’s next to my bag.  Reaching down, I pull out some rope to tie her in place.