Kidnapped. Tortured. Feel the blades. The chainsaw maims. Facial tissue and brains are scrambled. Eyeballs fly. Their heads erupting. Satisfaction. A hardcore facelift. Bleed. Nobody is safe out here where no one hears you scream. It never happened. In the back. Shot through the forehead. Tie the feet. Hang them up to dry. Filling up. A bucket of blood. Time to prep. The guests are hungry. Southern Hacksaw Execution. Harvest the skin for arts and crafts. Wear their face to impress all your friends. Preserve molars for your display. Get it right the first time. Southern hacksaw liquidation. Serrated grinding blades. Turn you to lemonade. Put what’s left into the trough. Let the pigs take their pickings. Now they’ll be here forever. With a dead skin collector
