Splat. Splat.
After listening to the sound that blood makes when it hits the ground for more than five minutes, I open my eyes. The surrounding is too quiet. I can no longer enjoy the vocal manifestation of pain. The previous symphony of screams and cries can no longer be heard. Although I can still hear a faint and pathetic weep, the sound that the dripping blood makes is louder.
As I open my eyes, I am greeted by someone's disfigured genitalia I can't tell what it looks like anymore but horrendous is the perfect way to describe its state. Blood is flowing out of it as if it is a fountain. Some of the muscles contract involuntarily, bringing pain to the owner of the genitalia.
