THE RAVENS

As the ravens tore off his flesh, he screamed in pure agony. I could see it but could do nothing. They would open their beaks wide and shove them as deep as they could into his bloody sweaty flesh. As they did, the blood seemed to enhance their fury. Once their now reddish beaks were in him they would attempt chewing of the piece of meat they got. They would close their beaks hard; some blood would squirt out, and then pull back on the muscle and flesh. At first it wouldn’t do much, but as they continued, the gruesome scene got real nasty every time they opened their beaks I could hear the muscle rip and it seemed like he was spewing blood out of every pore in his body. Then some of the meat would start to peel off. I could see big bloody chunks of flesh and muscle in their mouths, the man was still alive to watch as they ripped his body to shreds. Once they made it through his muscle they had access to his organs. I saw them as they continued their routine, but now they were using their claws. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. One of the birds wrapped his beak as tightly as I could imagine around this man’s large intestine. As he did he made a few small bite marks around the area of his beak and as he cut the cord of the organ it made this awful phfvszz sound and feces began to exit the sides of the bird’s mouth. As these excrement’s expelled the bird didn’t let go, but grabbed on harder and began to use his talons, they seemed razor sharp. He would move his feet back and forth as if running over the man. All this poor soul could do was scream and move his head back and forth as franticly as possible. The claws were digging past his groin into his legs and even into his bones. The raven moved faster and faster until all of the sudden the mans intestine just snapped and he screamed so loud the ravens actually let off for a second and began cawing into what seemed like a rage. Followed by their caws was a sudden burst of energy and they flew in to make the kill. There must have been twenty birds or so, it looked like a dream. I swear it must have been an ocean of black and blood. I could see the blood pooling onto the floor, some of the birds even stained their coats. The only thing worse than watching the purely horrifying agony was that I knew in about ten seconds that would be me. When they finally flapped off his bones, some were so drenched in blood they couldn’t even fly. Once they moved off of him I saw his skull grinning at me. All they had left were his eyes. My hands and legs were bound to this chair. Then they turned and began to move toward me in their eyes I saw red as bright as crimson, that’s when I closed mine. For it was then I thought that there was no escape from......