In the factory, a worker pounds away at the metal, his body syncs to the rhythm of the machine... Until a pain in his neck begins to grow, his flesh throbs, writhing, tearing, swallowing him whole.
In the factory, a worker pounds away at the metal, his body syncs to the rhythm of the machine... Until a pain in his neck begins to grow, his flesh throbs, writhing, tearing, swallowing him whole.
