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There’s more meat hanging on another wall, though these cuts are less ambiguous and much more human shaped. In the center of the room is what looks like an operating table, with straps where the arms, legs, and head of a person would be placed, as if it’s set up to restrain someone.

There isn’t a person strapped to the table, however. Instead, there’s an odd lump of meat sitting on it, surrounded by operating tools. It’s got the same pink-syrup coating as some of the other meat, but on closer inspection you notice… there’s still some skin attached. And, is that an eye?

At this point, the sweet scent that once drew you in is starting to make you feel sick. It’s all consuming. You can almost taste it on your tongue. Why does this meat smell so sweet? There’s no tang of iron or rot in the air, just pure sugar. How could that be, with all of the raw meat stored in the room?

And then you come to the sickening realization that maybe there isn’t a difference between the pounds of flesh hanging in this room and the candy served in the shop.

[ oh my god...]

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Pub: 15 Aug 2024 05:53 UTC
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