Her arms dangled limply, having been violently wrenched and broken.
They were contorted into a bizarre and twisted posture,
a shocking sight, as if her limbs had been mangled like dough by a pair of giant, merciless hands.
Her legs were an even more unbearable sight, bent backward at a ninety-degree angle.
Under the immense external force, her bones and muscles
had lost all their natural toughness and elasticity, looking as if they might snap at any moment.
Blood gushed forth like uncontrolled springs.
It spurted from the countless wounds that covered her body,
staining her once snow-white skin a mottled mess.
The jarring red was especially blinding in the sunlight.
Her body was covered with lacerations.
The edges of the wounds were jagged and irregular,
clearly torn by the sharp teeth of some ferocious creature.
The deep teeth marks in her skin were like hideous brands,
silently recording the inhuman torture and pain she had suffered before her death,
