Snip from: Beat the Noise

[Mia’s dream]

Steam clearing, the room’s walls were made of bodily innards still in motion w/ the occasional mouth posed as if mid scream; I could see a figure to my left in a welding mask. My body strapped to a table. To my right, an obese figure of a man’s balding upper torso w/ pale green flesh, his lower half a series of rusted & creaking metal appendages in place of legs. Trying to lift my head, before me, in a corner was a girl w/ dark hair & porcelain skin sitting at a table writing in a journal___ as if nothing was happening. Behind her, at center a staircase, on each side were rows of old wooden church pews, in which sat faceless figures I couldn’t see clearly in the dim light.
From behind the welding mask, “Clamp her head. Tighten the straps.” The obese figure further restrained my body, w/ his limbs stinking of decomposition.
“What!? No! Not again!” I wailed as loudly as I could. The figure in the mask leaned in w/ a growl.
“Shut your gob wench! It’s time___.” Thrusting out a black-gloved hand across my body to the obese figure, it simply said w/ a rasp, “Begin___.” I saw the first tool, rusted & filthy, pass from the rotting hand to a black glove.
“NO!” I screeched, attempting to move w/ no success. Knowing what was coming I let out a scream w/out end, as the masked figure started the incision beginning at my pubic triangle & up to my sternum. I fell into shock as he revealed my guts; there was no release, & thus no need to yell out for help. Restrained in midst of vivisection, my eyes fluttered rapidly w/ blood dripping in place of tears; too, blood released from my nose & filled my mouth. Choking on the blood, I tried to take a breath, but the pain was such I could only bellow in agony.
“The box___.” The masked figure insisted. I heard the creaking & rattle of the obese creature’s lower fixtures as he retrieved the box. Placing it in the gloved hands I saw the latch & wooden casing. Through my choking I attempted to speak, but my voice was faint.
“Please___, please___ NOT the spiders.” My vision was blurring & all I heard was echoed.
“No. NOT the spiders, ___Ducky. This time___ we use cicadas___, because you entered into LOVE. HAVEN’T YOU!?” The figure leaned to my face as it yelled. I spat blood at the dirty pane of its welding mask I could never see through. A gurgling groan released from my mouth as I could see the black gloves open the box & pull out a mechanism resembling two cicadas. Prying them apart they chattered w/ wings buzzing w/ piercing sound, “Think EROS, ___Ducky!” It chuckled demonically, shoving the cicada mechanisms in place of my ovaries. The pain was such the mouths on the walls groaned w/ my screaming, as the porcelain skinned girl & the faceless figures in pews sat w/out sound. Steam curled back around, concealing all I had seen.

Main character's dream sequence from Beat the Noise / Hope you enjoy / Please excuse any typos
& a lovely song that fits the general theme of the story to assist your reading___