RAW FLESH
BY RICARDO GONÇALVES
Fragmented Cortex
The padded walls were the color of a bruised sky, swallowing the sound of her frantic breathing. Her jaw was locked open, forced into a permanent, silent scream by the steel that tasted like copper and cold indifference. She wasn't a person anymore, she was a frantic pulse, a collection of nerves being played by a master who knew exactly where to press to make her shatter. The straps across her chest were the only thing holding her soul inside her body as her mind began to drift, spinning into the beautiful, jagged shards of her own psychosis.
He stood just outside the circle of light, watching the way her eyes rolled back, seeking a refuge that didn't exist. She was a broken doll, a creature of high-voltage terror and dark, hungry surrender. In this room, sanity was a luxury she couldn't afford, and every time the metal clicked against her teeth, she felt another piece of the world outside fall away, leaving only the man in the shadows and the delicious, terrifying void of her own undoing.
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