SOUR BLOOD

Horror slate.

Sasha stepped into the dark cold room, the cold breeze made her follicles shiver. A foul stench of dried, decomposing blood filled the room.

How Unpleasant.

Her finger touched the white cold steel of the light switch. She then wished she had never turned the lights on, For, Corpses filled the room. Her father’s Slaves. All Black pale bodies with their eyeballs plucked out of their sockets.  White squiggly maggots crawled in and out of their sockets, devoured their skin. Then, Sasha looked up. Her very own mother hung over the room, dangling with a metal rusted chain screwed to her neck. She was bald and a few strands of hair sticking out of her scalp. Her breast must have been tortured with about 8 needles in the protruding skin .  Dry blood stuck to the various holes in her skin.

Sasha Wept.

How Inhuman.