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Macabre

“Why was I so weak? I could've...” (E) is still staring down, muttering to himself. As the man realizes he is wearing no pants, his eyes fill with absolute dread. He is making strange sounds as (L) brings the cigar cutter closer and closer to the man's genitalia.

The cloth on the man's mouth is turning red. (E) notices, [redacted] He bit off his own tongue. “You've still got time.”(I) pushed the man's testicle through the hole and slowly squeezes the cutter. It glides smoothly at first, and then suddenly it's a bit harder to close. The man begins to jump and shake furiously, but all his extremities are tied down.. (S) puts in a bit more effort. A small flop is heard on the floor. As well as a stream of liquid. Sounds that no human being should be able to make, tongue or no tongue are now coming from the man, the gag barely holds them back. (O) decides to pull different pieces of skin through the cigar cutter and shear them off one by one until the man's penis looks like some sort of sad polka dotted animal.

Once there is no skin left on the man's penis, (N) continues on other parts of his body. Pulling every loose piece of skin through the cigar cutter, and slicing it off. Elbows, eyelids, neck, lips. The blade grows dull and Pathos has no choice but to let the man continue to bleed, and growl in agony.

With time, the man eventually produces no more sound. The pool of blood and flesh beneath him tell the story. “We'll have more fun together in hell.”

Genesis

A blood curdling scream echoes throughout the basement. A deafening crash, followed by the sound of dripping blood. A hammer drops to the cement floor. A man with chin length hair hiding his eyes examines the horrid art he has created out of another man's face.

Meanwhile in a somewhat distant church another man dressed in a pure white robe, dirty blond hair, wielding a cross-shaped spear is departing with two friends by his side. One is African-American, dressed in a muscle t-shirt and jeans. He has two oversized axes attached to his hips. The third member is a female with dark purple hair. She wears a long Gothic style dress, and is equipped with a scythe on her back.

The man in the basement begins to chuckle as he wipes blood from his cheek. He then kicks the person that used to have a face onto the floor, falling from the chair in which he was seated. The murderer then sits in the chair as if it were a throne. He slouches to the side, with one arm propping up his chin, legs crossed content with himself, "Next."

“What's the skinny this time boss?” The large black man says to the blonde man. “They've located a man who's a part of some cult. He has been burning churches... In doing so he's killed 12 people already. We're to take care of him, Attis.” The large muscular man, Attis, nods confidently. “Let's be careful Verus, we never know what's up with those cult members.” The girl comments. Verus replies, “Come on now Lily, we've been doing this for how many years now? Light work.”

“I've got a special idea for you” The dark-blue haired man says dragging another victim to his “torture chamber” from a different room. The man is heavily drugged and can barely formulate a sentence or open his eyes. He is thrown in a coffin with tubes coming from the sides leading into a life support machine. “This'll be somewhat of an experiment on you.” He says smirking, “I hope you enjoyed any happiness you had while it lasted.” The man barely fits inside the coffin and surely cannot move once it is shut. As the blue-haired man makes the final adjustments, the man in the coffin weakly reaches a hand up and whispers “Pathos.” After correctly hooking the man to the life-support, The blue-haired man shuts the coffin and secures it with several locks, then checks the gauges to be sure everything is sound. “haha, so you remember my name, looks like I'll enjoy this much sooner than I anticipated.”