Goretober 2020

1. Body horror

1. Body Horror

Light danced against the bleach white walls of the lab. The light flickered, in a constant battle to cling to life. Johnathan writhed against his binds, the leather tentacles of the straps holding his skin firmly to the cold metal table. His heart raced as the doctor lifted the syringe. The liquid inside glowed a sickly green.

His struggling grew more and more frantic as it was brought to his skin. He screamed and begged for help but his please fell on death ears as the syringe pierced his flesh and the liquid slowly flowed into his veins, rushing through his body like a snake, winding and slithering through his veins and corrupting his flesh. As the liquid travelled his skin began to change, turning black and hardening into a grotesque leather. Boils began to grow over the corrupted flesh like infected lumps of hatred. The snakes of death began to encircle his body as they reached his head, his mind filling with an overwhelming sense of fear. As he screamed out in pain his boils began to burst, leaving gaping holes in skin, each new one a stitch of pain in the tapestry of agony that was now his flesh. His limbs began to fester as the bone began to move and grow under his flesh, spikes of gleaming white bone striking through either of his elbows. He watched in horror as his knees followed suit. He reached pathetically for the window through which the doctors watched his agony. He struggled and struggled before the straps finally gave way and he pulled himself from the table.

He collapsed to the floor and wailed in agony. His arms and knees wouldn't move, the bone grew deeper into his flesh every moment, growing like the roots of a tree, each moment making them harder to move than the last. He clenched his teeth as he felt a few crack and shatter in his mouth. Splinters of tooth filling his mouth. He began to spit out thousands of fragments off tooth onto the floor. With the splitters spilled a faucet of blood, staining the pristine white floors. Soon chunks of black, rotted flesh began to fall with the waterfall of blood as his tongue fell out piece by piece. His head hit the floor as he became overwhelmed by agony, He blacked out on the floor, only aware of the noise of boots approaching him, knowing that his agony was far from over.