(??? #1): “We can make this nice and comfortable. You just confess to being a spy for the Uruk trade princes, and you’re a double-agent for the Cult by lunch-time…. I’m buying. Pepperoni hoagies?”
(??? #2): “…And if I,
don’t?”
(??? #1): “Well, that’s treason… The punishment for that is a classic. It’s called ‘The Folds’; it’s a small man-sized crevice in a flesh pit, we force you inside of it, and if you get hungry we pour honey on your face.”
(??? #2): “That doesn’t really sound so bad, to be honest.”
(??? #1): “At first, yes. Until it fills with your excrement… then the flies, and their maggots.”
“At first it itches a little,
then it starts to burn… Your fur, skin and flesh peels away with every scratch you can’t stop yourself from making. The blood, melted flesh, and excrement mix altogether, seeping into your open wounds. The smell of your own death causes you to vomit into your already-toxic grave… then the fleshpit itself, with it’s enzy-”
(??? #2): “
Right, yes, the Uruk trade princes, let’s talk about them…”
What the unspoken enzymatic transformation would entail;
Past the point of no return, victims of ‘The Folds’ have lost all skin, bones, and even eyes. Instead of subsisting anymore on offered honey, the mutated victim’s now prehensile esophagus instinctively feeds on liquid aminos and proteins secreted by the fleshpit they reside within.
What follows is then a weeks-long process of metamorphosis, ultimately transforming the victim into;
