>>214370912 (OP)
Peeled like a fruit over and over. Screaming. Squealing. Thrashing in the flames. The red brothers drink deep, comb the babe apart into strands, and sick it for agony like honey from hair.
Screaming, screaming, the instants stretched out into eternities, every second a thousand years and all at once, timeless, already forged into a great ring with no end, and every frame of the endless film the instant of drowning, of greatest fear, of greatest pain. The mind, stretched out into thrashing flinders to experience ever horror simultaneously.
Screaming. Forever.
