The tape cuts to static.
The horror wasn't just the physical act. It was the waiting . The garage was cold. The rats were bold. Victims would pass out from shock, only to wake up screaming as the digestive juices of the person in front of them began to burn their raw throat. a centopeia humana 2
Obsessed with Tom Six’s first film, a lonely, abused parking garage attendant named Martin decides to create a "superior" version of the Centipede using twelve victims, recording it all on a grainy camcorder to send to the director. The tape cuts to static
Martin looks into the lens. He smiles—a shy, awkward smile. The garage was cold
One victim, a bodybuilder named Ashley, tried to fight. He tore his restraints. But his mouth was fused to the stomach of a woman in front of him. When he pulled back, he ripped her flesh. He collapsed in a spray of bile, and Martin calmly re-stapled him, humming a nursery rhyme.