TW: This chapter contains an extreme amount of gore, and disturbing details.
Reaper-
The call came just after 3 a.m.
A burner phone. One ring. No words.
Just a location. Coordinates. Reaper didn’t hesitate.
They rolled deep—three blacked-out SUVs, weapons loaded, eyes narrowed. What they found was worse than anything they expected.
An abandoned slaughterhouse.
The stench hit first. Copper and rot. And something else—sickly sweet, like burning meat.
They pushed through the rusted doors with weapons drawn.
And found him. Tank.
Crucified on meat hooks.
Naked. Disemboweled.
His skin had been peeled, strips of flesh hanging like butchered pigs around the walls, tacked like trophies. His face was swollen and brutalized, but his eyes… they were wide open.
He’d been alive for most
