A gruesome excerpt from a book I'm writing (unedited):
Now,
able to withstand the putrid odor a little better, he leaned in closer. At
first his eyes only discerned rotting flesh, but as he focused on the pile
further he could pick out skin, muscle, and bone. He could see where some parts
were cut with a knife and others with something rougher, like a serrated blade
or possibly even a hacksaw. Of course he was no expert, but some of the edges
were obviously different. And the longer he stared the more he noticed, like
the way the skin was carefully peeled away from the larger muscles only to have
the muscle beneath fileted as if creating steaks, though never completely
removing the pieces, but rather letting them hang on by a few strands.
Still,
as his eyes lingered, he could tell parts of the dissection were amateurish, as
if the killer was learning as he went, testing his newfound skills. This caused
a chill to run up his spine as his eyes moved from appendage to appendage,
incision to incision. And just like that, bit by bit, he was able to ascertain how
this woman was drawn and quartered until he finally had to look away in order
to retain his sanity.
Then,
after a long moment, he turned back to examine the center of the body parts as
his eyes finally fell on the woman’s head. The first thing he noticed were the
woman’s eyes which bulged out of their sockets unnaturally almost as if they’d
been removed then popped back into place, though not fully so. Below her death stare
was what was left of her nose, though really it was just two open holes where
her nose should’ve been. The rest of her nose wasn’t anywhere near, though it
was probably mixed in with the rest of the scattered remains cast about the
area. Or it could’ve possible been carried away by some small animal. Either
way, he wasn’t looking for it now as he scanned lower reaching her mouth.
Though maggots crawled through her cheeks, there were still telltale signs of
tearing at the edges of her mouth as if something large had been stuff into it
to prevent her from screaming.
Slowly
closing his eyes to it all, Granite stood, his head bowed in disgusted sorrow
at what this woman must’ve endured.
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