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Living Container
Long loud moans rip through the air, drawing out of tired stretched lungs they bounce off cavernous walls and echo into the darkness. Parties dull lights in panic and prepare for whatever lurks within the ink blackness. They feel the effects long before it comes into view. Vision blurs, eyes water and nostrils are scorched. The scream punches through the shadows, sloshing over the walls and tumbling into ear drums.
Sweat beads drip from heads as the party becomes paralyzed with fear. A glowing series of colours start to illuminate the carved rock walls. The sound of weighted footsteps stomps onto the slate stone floor. Down the corridor the victim comes into view.
Once human, distended sacks now cover the body. Crude biomass containers messily grafted onto the flesh. The stomach pregnant with a thick clear glowing substance. The jaw has been stretched impossibly wide. Teeth rotted away by acids, gums filled with raw blisters and burns. The skin has long stretch marks that show the burnt muscle underneath. A living mobile chemical repository.
It wails and thrashes as it comes closer. Liquid tears run blood streaks down the face peeling and sizzling away skin. It rambles and mumbles, begging for anyone to end the misery.
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