Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190722215436/@comment-5543592-20190803233243

Despite her best efforts, her shoes seemed to want to click loudly on the floor. She created an unavoidable amount of noise. It echoed alongside the piano music as she stepped into the ballroom.

The piano was to her right. To her left, fireplace that had burned low. Above it hung a portrait.

And suspended above the piano, by hooks, was a human male, as far as Morgan could tell. The difficulty came from the fact that his face was missing.

He was naked, and Morgan could see that large patches of his skin had been peeled back, revealing the sinew and muscle beneath. The exposed flesh quivered and twitched as the man writhed in pain.

Through each shoulder a large hook had been thrust. It had forced first through his back, then out through the front of his chest. From the rear of the hooks, cords extended to the ceiling, and it was from that the man was suspended. Many more hooks were attached to him, however they stretched not from the ceiling but to the piano--and with each note struck one of these hooks was pulled. Even now, Morgan watched as the man's skin was peeled back, each key pulling the skin inches further. Note by note, beat by beat.

The power of the music rose and fell, and with the man's screams. The hooks pulled harder the faster the keys were played, pulled with painful, nauseating slowness when the music quieted.

Everything was taut--the cords, the skin, the flexing muscle beneath.

And then, as the hooks dug deeper, as the flesh peeled away, the man opened his skinless lips, revealing off white teeth trapped in desiccated red meat, and cried out to Morgan.

"Help..."

Johnny could see Naomi and the manager pass through the break room, as well as the guard still trying to score that date.

"You know the place.  The one over on third street?  No?  Oh, well, it's, uh, it's nice. "