1. Strung like cattle

He hung upside down, strapped to a once cold metal table like rack that had now warmed to accommodate his body temperature. Stripped of clothing his skin pressed sorely into the bars. Face wrapped tightly with some kind of cloth that restricted his vision, he cried pitifully in fear, snot dripping down his face and soaking into the fabric. Sniffling he tried to stop the murky green substance from falling any further. Similarly to his nose his body oozed fluids, copious amounts of stressed filled perspiration leaking out of him. It was so much that a small puddle had formed below him, even his hair was so drenched it looked as if he had just taken a swim. The blood in his body rushed to his head as it throbbed uncomfortably, his awareness becoming disoriented. The man's face became red and strained as he clenched his jaw tightly, veins bulging so inhumanly across his face that they seemed close to bursting. He thrashed painfully in his binds which were a mixture of ropes and ratchet straps. The tight, coarse material scratching harshly against the skin of his appendages, the friction from his frantic movements causing it to burn hotly like a lighter was being placed on his skin.

Large parts of the skin blossoming with reddish pink irritation while other pieces flaked off with red patches of exposed flesh beginning to ooze blood. Undeterred by the rope burns that stung him, he thrashed even harder, small trickles of the crimson liquid spilling down his body to mix with the puddles of sweat. The metal clasps keeping the straps rigidly in place clanked against the rack that held him, the noise ringing out into the concrete room he was trapped in. The sound echoing as it seemed to slip out beneath the door, alerting the other that he was now fully awake and aware. Gently the door creaked open with a small wail of the rusty hinges. The sudden new groan of the door made the man freeze as fear washed over him. A masculine figure stood in the doorway wearing plastic protective gear like an overly sanitary butcher.

The man strapped to the table only able to see an incredibly faint outline of what he had assumed was another man. His heart raced even more than it already had been, the organ kicking it up at what felt like a few hundred horse power. As if it was repeatedly bashing itself against his ribcage with an agonising force trying to escape its cage. Though it seemed to notice its failure and began trying to claw its way up his throat and out of his mouth. Despite his sudden gust of paralysation, he resumed his futile floundering as the figure audibly rolled something towards him. The sound of something sharp and hefty scratching across a metal trolley of meat butchering tools made him wrestle with his binds even harder. The man clearly intent with escaping.

Yet before he could even register anything any further… A searing hot painful sting surged across his neck as a waterfall of blood washed over his covered face. The newly made gash across his throat so deep that you could see the bone, the skin and muscle tearing away like the dough of bread that’s been scored. The man spluttered the blood as it soaked into the cloth causing the liquid to flood his nose and mouth like he was being waterboarded in his own red fluids. All the while he already struggled to breathe his airways feeling tight and exposed, none of the needed oxygen getting to him. His heart racing rapidly, doing all the work as it pumped the blood towards the open wound. Waves and waves of the vital liquid splattering everywhere as he struggled for breath. Some of it got into the container below but it was still going to be a hefty clean up job. Seeing so the other occupant in the room grimaced with unbridal rage, they gripped the knife tightly their knuckles turning white.

“Filthy fucking pig” they spat jamming the blade deep into the man’s gut making him scream in pain though it sounded more like a hopeless gurgled wheeze

Blood drenched their hand as it nearly fell into the large newly made opening. The feeling was somewhat comforting to them as the substance was warm like perfectly temperatured water. Enjoying the agony they inflicted as what they saw as worthy punishment they forcefully dragged the blade down the man’s body. It started at the top of the middle lower quadrant of the abdomen, it scarily close to his most important and private places. It then ending perfectly at the collarbone in between the bones. Even more blood gushing out of him, his intestines falling out of their encasings of flesh, muscle bone and skin. The organs slightly slapping their owner in the face on the way down as they landed in the bucket with a loud, wet slap. Humming pleased the other ruthlessly yanked the blood soaked fabric off their face. Smiling once his face was revealed they watched psychotically as the life drained from it and he went limp. The light disapperaing from his eyes like a dead fish, though the look of pain and terror stayed on his face even in death.