Relationships vol. I

The awful stench of rotting corpses spreads rapidly from wall to wall. Freshly torn pieces of flesh from various parts of a man are scattered all around the soaked boards that line the floor. The bodies of men, women, and children sit motionless along the walls on the floor. The bodies positioned in a manner resembling that of a little girl's doll collection. With limbs missing and entirely still immersed in their scarlet tears, the fix of each character shows horrid elegance. Their tiny hands removed from their fragile little bodies and placed inside the torn jaws of their mature counterparts, they hang from the ceiling suspended by skin that has been peeled from their predecessor. The hollow remains of a headless torso is displayed in a similar fashion in the center of the room. Hooks puncture the flesh of the arms and the protruding points show pieces of bone and sinew somehow hanging from the tip. The smell, that awful stench grew ever so potent as the room filled with humidity and heat. The ones that still have a face show no signs of suffering. Their eyes glimmer with joy, their cheeks still glow with excitement, their lips shine with adoration. Their faces, the ones that still have, all content and all smiling.