The blotching and spattering sound remained; the rhythm the sound made could only be described as erratically sedated. But still, Riley watched as the bald prisoner, or at least what remained of him, dropped to the ground.
And what remained of the bald prisoner could not even be compared to ground meat, the texture was almost like goo. One would think that a human body suddenly splattered and compressed would look like the carcass of a frog; a frog on the road that for some reason, always jumps onto the path of your tire– but no.
Human skin and flesh were different; there was not even a resemblance to what he once was. It might be a testament to how much force Riley used, but for Riley–
"How… weak."
