This isn't what you see before you die…it's what you see right before he rapes you, throws you into a crawl space to wait beside the rotting corpses of his previous victims, then (just when you're sure you've been left to the same fate as those whose fetid juices of decay puddle beneath you in the dark, cramped space beneath his floor boards) retrieves you from what would have been your tomb—only to peel inch-wide strips of your skin away, starting at your chin and continuing down to the soles of your feet, and around the entire length of your body. He uses the strips of your skin to bind you to a chair upholstered entirely with fiberglass and steel wool, filling every ragged breath you take with pain worse than you ever imagined enduring, as the millions of sharp edges grate away at your wounds, and thousands of cockroaches and other carrion-eaters swarm over your body, eager to gorge on themselves on blood and putrefied flesh once again. Only after he binds you and straps your forehead to the back of the chair does he slice away your eyelids with a dull, rusty blade, forcing you to see him, finally eliciting your unhinged screams and half-sobbed, half-swallowed pleas for mercy as he grins manically and dances toward you right before he rapes you…
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