This was because Priest Ron was sitting properly at the dining table, a napkin tucked against his chest, eating with a knife and fork in both hands.
Two chairs had also been placed opposite him.
On each chair sat a skin sack stuffed with cotton. They had come from two little girls; the cracks atop their heads had been roughly sewn together with white thread. They looked terribly crude, like shoddy counterfeit rag dolls.
The two little girls, clearly made from human skin, had been placed on the stools facing the priest, with tableware set before them as well.
This was what had become of the two victorious little girls!
Jeff could barely believe his eyes. Wasn't this the priest who had saved him from disaster? Had he not woken up yet? Was he still trapped in a nightmare?
He could not help rubbing his eyes.
Then he realized his eyes felt somewhat moist, and it seemed that two things had stuck to the palm he had used to rub them.
He lowered his hands and looked.
"What the fuck!" Jeff shrieked and stumbled back three steps in fright.
Two bloody red, oval pieces of flesh were stuck to the backs of his hands. They were his upper eyelids.
With just one rub of his eyes, he had rubbed off both eyelids, blood still clinging to them.
"Oh, my eyes. What happened to my eyes? What the hell is going on?"
He stared at the two pieces of flesh in his hands, both palms trembling uncontrollably. He wanted to touch his eyes, but did not dare. They only felt slightly uncomfortable.
Yet there was none of the pain he had expected, as though nothing had happened at all.
"What happened to my body?" His voice trembled.
Before he understood what