A CINDER BLOCK is being dragged across a thickly painted concrete floor, the bass-heavy scraping colliding off the walls in crunched-gear echo, by a bicycle chain that has been bolted to the center of itself. the end of the chain is wrapped in a bulk around the knuckles of an opera-gloved hand, belonging to that of naked woman; heavy-assed with a strong back, like the implausible muse of an masturbation-deranged fantasy artist. the woman's head however is completely covered in thick black gauze.
The woman keeps dragging the cinder block until she stops at her destination; a sparse crib that serves as a pen for a low-key deformed infant; cleft pallet breaking the lip and leading its splits up the nose, left eye sealed over with a blank patch of skin, ribs visible from malnutrition, the soft spot on the back of the head seemingly larger than normal, though it's difficult to tell.
the woman pulls up the cinder block by the chain, resting it in the palms of her gloved hands. she raises the cinder block over her gauze-masked head and throws it down across the infant with enough propelled violent force that the infant is almost immediately reduced to a mucus-chunked crimson gristle.
a large watermark slowly materializes over the lingering shot of the pulped infant, reading DAXIS.
TM NCP, AGON JOURNAL,
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