Chamber of Torture - Flesh Consumed

Dried blood encrusts adobe walls of the sanctuary

Light beams through desecrated windowpanes of dead saints

The lingering stench of tortured human and

Charred remains sift through the abandoned chapel

I descend into the concrete dungeon below

With a new addition to my collection of medieval torture devices

I haul the head crusher into the death scented torture cell

I slowly pace through the chilled chamber observing my specimens

Steel cages hang, encapsulating humans left to rot

Grey matter slides off the decomposing bodies

Pillories beneath the dripping cages hold victims, pre-torture

Faint moaning is heard from an occupied iron maiden

The moaning is overcome by gut wrenching screams coming from a human

Half-skinned and strapped to the breaking wheel

Still conscious and severely mutilated, I drag the human into her hollow brass

tomb

The Brazen Bull smolders leaving black soot coating the cement wall

And now for the finale to this madness:

I retrieve a fresh human for this kill

Strapping his head down I slowly crank the Head Crusher

Screams of agony echo as blood gushes from sever hemorrhaging

Teeth shatter and surrounding bone crushes

The cranium compacts in intervals as I crank the lever

Brain matter oozes out of fragmented skill

As the eyes are forced from their sockets

I laugh to myself in this state of morbid dementia