The noble gave a macabre smile as he set down his knife and picked up a different tool, which looked like a sort of hook. "As you wish. Just remember, it is by your word that she suffers." 

Instead of making another cut, the noble did something else entirely. He placed his hook into the first verticle cut he made, then started to pry open her flesh as if she was a cadaver whose insides he wanted to examine. 

The expression on Ahnasha's face was nothing short of sheer panic. What was he doing? Was he going to open her up while she was still alive and awake? That would surely kill her, would it not? All she knew was that it was the single most painful experience of her life. As the noble continued to cut her open, the Breton motioned for the Argonian healer to move away from Fendros to aid him in keeping her alive. Together, they were able to keep her bleeding to a minimum, as well as paralyzing her control of most of her body except for her head, likely so Fendros could continue to see the panic in her expression. Of course, they still did nothing to stop the pain. 

When Ahnasha finally looked down at what her torturers were doing, what she saw was something no living person should ever have to witness. The noble had pulled apart her flesh and secured it with hooks, exposing the majority of her internal organs to her view. She saw her blood covered ribs, her lungs rapidly rising and falling with her panicked breaths, and a portion of her beating heart behind them. The horror of the sight was even worse than the pain, which was in itself immense. 

"You can stop this at any time." The noble commented, pausing for a moment to await Fendros' response.