Saturday, June 6, 2015

WIP: Scrubroom

6K. Scrubroom
A small iron wood-burning stove, a dressing bench, and a beaten-metal scrubtub fill this room.

Anders’ body lies in the scrubtub, his lower extremities and torso dissolved into a thick, fleshy goo. His face sports several whip-like acid burns that seem like something tried to caress him.

One of his hands, the flesh eaten away so that nothing but bone and tough sinew remain, clutches a chunk of fleshy, white, down-covered tentacle, its underside covered in row upon row of sharp hooked claws.