“Come’ere,” he says, leading me to his large-screen television. “Got somethin’ here ya ought ta see.”
He pops a tape into the VCR and what springs to life isn’t vintage porn.
There’s a young woman tied into a wheelchair, semi-clothed. Three men in leather bondage suits and zippered masks surround her. One steps forward holding a rusted razor blade.
“What is this?”
“Keep watchin’ and ya’ll see.”
The woman struggles and screams against her gag, and acid starts to eat away at the lining of my esophagus. The lighting people, the camera work…none of it is professional. Please don’t let this be what I think it is.
The camera zooms in on her wide-eyed terror. We get a butcher’s-eye view as the razor blade punctures her eyeball and is slowly dragged across the quivering cornea. Gelatinous ma
