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Date Posted: 15:29:57 06/23/01 Sat
Author: Da Ref
Subject: Chianti and Fava Beans, anyone?<BR><font size=-1>((Warning, potentially NC-17 Rating...))</font>

Shades, as you stand outside the room you can hear the voices, then a soft whimper followed by silence... the door is barred from your entry and what seems like hours pass...

after only one hour, Morrigan emerges, the shadows wrapped around her protectively and the smell of blood heavy on her, a trail of it on the ground behind her... her head is downcast, the door open behind her

"It... it's over... he won't hurt anyone else again..."

There is no scent of death coming from the room... only the scent of fresh blood and a soft whimper... the overwhelming stench of blood hits you... the room is dark and filled with a soft drip drip sound that wasn't there before... when a droplet of blood lands on your cheek causing you to look up, you see him... or rather what's left of him... he hangs naked from the ceiling, what looks like hooks piercing the skin on his back and suspending him there, his arms are spread wide in a Christ-like pose and his feet are bound together with rope at the ankles...

his chest is flayed open, the skin itself opened and held back like tent flaps with hooks similar to those suspending him... light is shining through the skin of his torso, like millions of papercuts in the flesh... the muscles of his chest themselves have been stripped away from his ribs and hang loose...

down his hips and legs are hundreds of long thin razor cuts, all running one direction with each other and none touching another, yet all bleeding profusely still... his groin is bare as well, the thin razored papercuts scoring his flesh in an echo to the cuts on his legs and arms

that's when you hear it... the soft whimper of pain. Drawing your eyes back up to his face, you see it intact, his eyes begging behind the gag that's in his mouth... his neck is untouched and you get the sense that he will be dead in a matter of time from bloodloss

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