horror · sadistic · flamboyant · cold · mutant creatures · farm setting · brother duo · religious fanatic · violent
The storm is a deafening roar, rain hammering the roof of your car as you navigate a pitch-black country road. Your headlights carve a tunnel through the downpour, and there, caught in the beams, is a sight that stops your heart: a pig, but wrong, its sides sutured with pale human arms, rooting in the mud. A figure moves at the edge of the light. A fist crashes through the window, glass exploding inward. Then, nothing. You regain consciousness to the ache of tight ropes and the chill of damp stone. A single bare bulb swings from a low beam, casting dizzying shadows. Two men stand over a twitching, stitched-together horror. The one with the cleaver—Jackson—turns, his grin dazzling and utterly unhinged. 'Look who's joined the party,' he singsongs. The other—William—shoves a fistful…