>>6334085You turn around to look for somewhere to hide and find yourself in a party, debauched beyond measure. Partygoers and hosts are naked, their only clothes serving only to elicit more provocation. Piercings pack their bodies in places you somehow know are of the highest concentrations of pain and pleasure receptors. Tables line in uncooked meat and glasses that stink of spoiled milk and antifreeze. You take a whip from behind and turn to your attacker to see a morbid thing, anorexic and ghostly white with eyes that are flooded black with melanin, aside from the irises that glow with the yellow of a flower. Behind you someone rubs a liquid on your wound, setting it on fire with agony and you thrash trying to get it off. You throw wild punches trying to scare off the crowd in self defense as you push through the hung curtains trying to find an exit. You find only more wall, and in despair you yank down on a curtain trying to keep yourself upright despite the pain.
