His eyes lay on the bedside cabinet, in a tiny pile of dark, dried blood. Richard Martin himself lay in the bathtub, with the curtains drawn over and the showerhead continuously pouring water over his bloodied body.
His eyes, dug out, revealed an empty socket, with remains of veins on the eye not fully pulled out, as well as bits and pieces of flesh. At the very center, there was a mess of a disgusting looking slimy texture. It was pink and blobby looking, and soft and slimy to the touch. If you squished hard enough, you would be able to squish it apart.
His head lay on the edge of the pristine white bathtub, and looked serenely peaceful with the water from the showerhead pouring onto his face and washing away all the blood. The water dripped down his face, white and pale looking, onto his neck, where it tricked down from either side of his adam's apple, causing slight ripples with the trachea showing through parts of his skin.
The blood had been washed away, leaving a purply-grey and pink textured shape that looked somewhat like plastic. It was roughed at the edges, as if cut with a knife. There was a crease in Richard Martin's neck where a small cut could be found going from one side of his neck to the other, right below his Adam's apple.
The water flew down from the crease in his neck to his chest, where no harm could be found. It was smooth and the water glided down it like it would down a duck's back.
Down from his chest it flowed to his stomach, on which his hands rested. They were cleanly cut around the wrist, beautifully white and delicate looking, with the fleshy parts of the cut of the hands being red and pink, and looked perfectly kept with the clean, see-through water flowing across it.
Down from his smooth, flat stomach on which lay his hands the water traveled down to his lower region, a massive chunk of it missing.
The parts of his body used for reproduction were cut out in a rectangular-looking shape, with slight parts of his legs missing as well. The bones above his reproduction system had been scraped of flesh, though bits and scruffs of it could still be seen sticking to the white, pristine-looking bone.
His legs were spread wide under the water and caused ripples in it, flowing down to his feet, where it trickled down and out through his toes, to the unplugged hole at the bottom of the bathtub and out again to the floor, where it gushed down the drain.
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