kova wrote in decimation

the angled mouths of those who lay dying in unpleasant aesthetics. the people you want getting casually dragged-on deaths. violent pain. throats held down and sawed off. a frantic struggle to get up, but his head is bashed against the floor. a blank, hopeless, apathetic look when blood violently spurts out and twitching. left staring at the floor. nothing pretty to look at. find something pretty to look at as their nervous frantic heads make sense of dead things. like an animal in another's mouth, flailing helplessly with so much adrenaline pumping through that you won't stop struggling regardless. your heart will race and will make you bleed more rapidly than when it is not racing. razorblade pulls against you. uncontrollable desperation. pilled. the way they check to make sure you swallowed them in case you're still resisting. drunk frat party fucks side by side, first timers, confused but wanting. pain is apathetic and productive.