Chapter Fourteen
The naked woman’s arms hug tightly around herself as she hangs upside down tied by an orange nylon rope around her ankles leading up to a gantry crane, positioned high above her. She swings. Her long blond curly hair is loose, it drifts about as she tries to keep her arms around herself.
She sobs and shivers losing her grip. They slip down towards the churning broth below her with sweat and tears dripping into the dark fluid. Her hands drop, unpainted broken fingernails touch the surface. Her face is frozen in terror.
The broth below instantly boils upwards towards her, with a mass of piercing black eyes and round open mouths. All different sizes, all filled with jagged razor sharp, rasping teeth.
She defiantly screams out spitting down at the evil rising spawn. A mass
