Not enough tools.. i choose the nailgun..
The prey strapped down and bleeding..
Tongue chopped off and jaw wired shut
To reduce the screaming..
Scraps of shredded skin form a mound on the ground..
This dismembered body skinned, split, and severed,
Won't stop squirming..
I decide to nail this slab of meat down..
Staring into trembling eyes, i pull the trigger..
Rusted nails penetrate the iris..
I work my way down the head..
The neck spews blood.. the body twitches..
Punctured organs secrete fluid..
Hundreds of nails fill the torso..
And laughter fills the air..
Nail gun acupuncture