UNTIL. . .
To all the people who say my stories are not gory enough. Ye who have weak
As the cool and refreshing North winds were blowing across the
rooftops of the little town of Susantown, the smell of blood oozed from under
a small basement near the city hall. Inside there were rows of human bodies, 3
layers deep in places, both male and female. Suddenly a scream rose through
the room. It came from a door on the north side. Inside there was a young,
teenage girl, 16 at most, who was being killed. She was strapped to a bench
with knives on both sides, and next to her two men were standing. Suddenly one
grabbed her stomach and started to squeeze upward. The screams lengthened.
Then the other took a long poker and began to stab at her face. The blood
gushed outward, covering her eyes and drooping inward past her teeth. The
screaming stopped. They took out a weird looking machine and hooked it up to
her. Suddenly a great roar was heard and the men laughed. The machine pushed
on her internal organs until. . .
Her head popped off and all her guts rushed toward the South
Oh, Hello. Welcome to Susantown's one and only blood bank.