As Arianta struggled to open her eyes, the darkness enveloped her. When she finally managed to crack them open, she was hit by a blinding pain that shot through her entire body. She squeezed her eyes shut, hissing at the sensation, before slowly reopening them to take in her surroundings. It was then that she realized she was in the barn, and she immediately noticed the chains that bound her hands and feet. Panic set in as she frantically pulled and yanked at the metal restraints, but it only caused them to dig deeper into her flesh. She cast her gaze upward, searching for a way out, and that's when she saw her.
A woman hung in a prone position, her ribs severed from her spine, and her lungs pulled through the opening to create wings, as if she were flying through the barn. Arianta's jaw dropped in shock and fear, but the scream that was caught in her throat wouldn't come out. She stared in horror as she watched the woman's lungs slightly inflate. She was still alive. The body was adorned with fresh orange and yellow marigolds. The vivid colors of the flowers added a surreal contrast to the grotesque scene, almost as if they were trying to bring happiness to the horror. The petals of the marigolds were in various stages of decay, some wilting and browning at the edges, while others were still vibrant and full. The rope that hung the woman was coarse and frayed, with tufts of fibers sticking out at odd angles with marigolds intricately woven throughout.
When their eyes locked on each other, her heart raced with terror. It was the same woman she had seen in the living room earlier. Her face now distorted with agony and despair, hanging in the barn with her limbs shackled and her ribs severed. Crying eyes pleaded for help, yet there was nothing Arianta could do for her or for herself.
As she tried to process the horror before her, Katherine sauntered into the barn from the far door, holding a knife. She approached the pen where Arianta sat, naked and bound, and taunted her with the gruesome display. The blade glinted in the dim light as Katherine pointed towards the woman's body with twisted enjoyment. “Breana's handy work. I think it is quite lovely, if I must say. Don’t you?”
Arianta's throat burned as she forced out a reply, her voice hoarse from screaming. “You're a sick, mother fucker. The woman is still alive.”
Katherine's smile only grew wider. “Yes, she is. For now. I can’t wait to see what Breana does to you once I am done. She is such a talented artist,” she said, tapping the knife against her palm.
Arianta yanked at her chains, desperate to fear herself. “Let me go.”
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