The bars were human bone—tibias, femurs and humeri—and held together by severed human hands, the hands and bones hardened by goblin magic. The floor was a patchwork of human flesh that had been sewn together with human hair and treated with boiled tongue oils and vaginal secretions. . The air was warm and rank with the smell of death. The pungent odor of rotting meat and waste was thick. For a moment, Kaley thought she was going to throw up. Then, she saw the cage’s bars and what they were constructed of. Vise-like terror gripped her entire body—and despite the warmth, she shivered in fear. She pushed herself up and stood on wobbly legs. She was in some kind of cave. Flames licked the walls from sconces in the shape of human heads, the detail incredible. Life-like. The mouths held a large piece of coal that held the flame. An eye from one of the heads rotated in her direction. She screamed for a moment before covering her mouth. She looked from one to the next, seeing men, women and children, their bodies melded into the walls, their heads the only part with human color to it.
