Punishment

The Crown 

Her torso has been ripped apart from the middle. It's almost like her legs had been spread so far that her torso tore apart. All her innards are rolling out, blood is everywhere. The air is heavy with the unbearable stench of raw blood. Only her face is the only thing that is lookable. She is still wearing a red cotton dress that is barely covering her necessary bits. 

My stomach rolls and I want to throw up. Sick hits the back of my throat but I gulp it down. I can't get sick. I look around for any sign of Erick and Rosalia. 

Erick is the one who is standing closest to me. He looks beyond disgusted. Rosalia is standing a bit far away and the heavy hood is hiding her face from me. But the way her lips are twitching, I can tell that he is about to get sick. 

"Erick… can you handle the crowd?" I whisper to him.