They filed in, the mass of young bodies, ripe and hungry for the decadent pleasure of witnessing death. They chattered amongst themselves in an air of joviality and lightness, their bodies eager to confront the performance that would render their live bodies even more fit for carnal delight. The space they filled was heavy, dripping with the collection of desire and mirth. They had grown accustomed to extracting glee from such a dark ritual and became even more indulgent in the belief that they were different. The spectacle would be relatively short, and after the momentum surged through them and they had been fulfilled in their expectation of horror, they would return, nonchalant. Was it shocking that they found enjoyment in this? Perhaps it was only the trivialities of the provincial mind that refused to admit how normal their fascination in such gore was…