[WARNING — DISTURBING IMAGERY]
[WARNING — DISTURBING IMAGERY]
As they entered the main building through the back door. Nothing could shock them anymore—or so they thought.
On a couch lay The corpse of a man wearing nothing but a leather jacket. Nothing. Ass Naked. Dick swinging—well not anymore. The jacket was manufactured by neoCraft Apparel and On the back of it, a symbol was painted in blood. Same as those on the outer walls of the estate.
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They continued to the second floor and found themselves in a long, narrow, curved corridor lined by bodies. Two were died by gunshots, but the third... his chest was hollowed out. Ribs broken. Flesh and guts melted on the ground into an orange, sticky liquid. The suit's sensors gave them an acid warning and laid and ideal path for pass it. Tens of bullet casings clinked within the blood, stirred by the steps they took. Amidst the carnage, there was only one black rock there.
At the end of the corridor, a heap of shredded body parts awaited with three black rocks beside it. Six heads were visible, all with cracks. Behind this small hill, a door was torn wide with a hole large enough for a man to walk through it.
They stepped through and found themselves in huge ballroom. Four disco balls hung from the ceiling. They glimmered faintly beneath the crusted sprays of blood. Next to them, eight bodies dandled by their own guts. Heads and necks were removed. This wasn't random each body was positioned with precision yet some differences remained as if multiple artists were working towards the same vision.
The hall's floor sunk downwards into a dance bit that covered most of the space. bullet casings scattered within the shallow layer of dried blood. Around it's edges, were arranged in a rough perimeter. In the center, three nude women have been dismembered and arranged into a perfect triangle. Each woman's had one arm removed. The remaining one along with one leg were positioned outward. Each body formed one side of the triangle with their heads touching the foot of the next woman. A perfect triangle
This is not something a normal man could bear. But none of them were normal anymore.
They moved to the third floor. Blood smeared every inch if it. Streaks lead to one single room: the bathroom.
This bathroom was enormous, dominated by a sunken square bathtub. Inside, four bodies sculpted to form a beautiful geometric structure. At first glance, The dead seemed alive, hands held, heads bowed. They were kneeling in prayer to something, only they were seeing. Their torsos and hands were pierced through by pillar of black marble emerging from the center of the tub holding them in place. Their linked arms and bodies formed a square within a bigger square.
From above, their heads marked the smaller inner square and their connected extended to mark the bigger one, rotated at 45 degrees.
This was not ordinary slaughter. this was a design.
The team ascended to the fourth floor with heightened caution. Their masks confirmed it. The heat signal picked by the drones, The person they sensed, was in the right-hand unit at the corridor's end.