Damian's POV -
I screamed heavily. The face I beheld was more of a skull than anything else; a leprous, gross protrait of malignant rot peeling skin and tumescent hideousness.
"Shut up your f*****g mouth!" His rotten mouth spat forth a wad of phlegm into the center of my face. His voice sounded like it was gurgled through water. I continued to fight and scream. Soon, he was joined by others.
Deformed and twisted beings circled me. They began dragging me and I continued kicking and screaming like an animal, fighting madly.
They stripped me naked and began to stuff sticks, bones, fingers, in my bodily orifices. They stopped what they were doing as a cartoon began playing on the wall.
They watched, laughing hysterically to a cartoon duck bending over, spreading the feathers o
