stale air fresh death linger. rotting, putrid smell, old blood stains still
ornaments 
on the wall. everything in the color of rust. one chair, with a small table,
nothing more. a hammer, screwdriver, pliers, barbed wire, rusty on the table.
man sit down the chair, lust in his eyes. a hairless doctor, in stained, blood
still fresh on his once white coat. force the mans mouth open to smash his
teeth with a hammer to screw blades of bent rusty metal, tie barbwire around
the face, pulling back lips and ripping cheeks, and slowly feed him chunks of
flesh from his own body, starting from the feet and hands, then the feast of
eyes, tongue, a tourniquet keeping the blood inside, left to bleed or starve
to death, and woken up to start it again.