Michael Borgerson had been torn apart. He was positioned in a slump, arms resting on the designated rests of his chair. His head was tilted down, and his facial expression made three in the room. His shirt had been shredded at the collar and a few buttons down, and the flesh under was in gory pieces. His upper ribcage had various broken and snapped bones; some of the ribs disturbingly protruded from his torso, and others dug into his organs. The muscles at the base of his neck had been brutally lacerated. One of the many pipes in his neck unfolded outward, and his lungs were a visible tint of red.
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