A Centopeia Humana 2 (PRO × WALKTHROUGH)

One victim, a bodybuilder named Ashley, tried to fight. He tore his restraints. But his mouth was fused to the stomach of a woman in front of him. When he pulled back, he ripped her flesh. He collapsed in a spray of bile, and Martin calmly re-stapled him, humming a nursery rhyme.

He didn't have surgical tools or a sterile lab. He had a rusty staple gun, a roll of duct tape, a set of dull kitchen knives, and a stolen wheelchair. a centopeia humana 2

The climax came when Martin’s mother, suspicious of the smell, waddled down into the sub-level. She held a rolling pin. She saw the twelve-person centipede writhing on the floor, a chain of moaning, weeping flesh. For a moment, even she was silent. One victim, a bodybuilder named Ashley, tried to fight