The Stranger

"The smell forced me to open them. Wherever I was, something had died here. No, multiple things had died here. The sour smell lingered on my tongue.
Slowly, I managed to open my eyes. I was in a wine cellar. Except it held no wine. Rotting corpses filled the room. The smell did not deceive. The stone walls were covered in plastic. And besides the multiple chainsaws and axes that lined the left wall, there only sat one red couch across the room. My stomach sank when I saw the red dye was uneven.
This was her slaughter house."

Cover - "My Reluctant Model" by Connie Chadwell