The first sign was the blood, ruddy rivulets streaming underneath the door’s threshold in their drying strings of browning crust. With hesitation, you slowly pry the door open, cracking the crusts open and allowing a new layer of garnet fluids to dry. Your eyes follow the crest of blood across the floor to a recessed area with a drain at the bottom where the fluids should have flowed away. You are so focused on following the trail that you don’t notice the hanging chunk of meat until your ears brush against it. With a start, you swing your head back up to see what you impacted and your muzzle slams straight into the suspended carcass. There is still enough flesh on the bones to cushion the impact for your snout, but the dead thing starts swinging back and forth on its chains. You are just barely fast enough to dodge the clammy wet meat.
Stepping back, you examine the carcass before you. The skin has been peeled away, exposing gobs of subcutaneous fat clinging to the bare muscle. Yellowish bone and tendons are visible at the joints and ribs. The limbs end in jagged stumps, whatever they ended with have long since been sawn off. The neck ends in a similar stump, without the skull you doubt you can identify the species, but those legs look too long for this body to be a feral.
Your eye strays to the next corpse on the rack. This one has most of its skin and pelt still, but not the head. You think it might be equine, or some other ungulate of some kind with the hooves you can see chained to the rack, but one of the dangling forelimbs still has one hand attached. The saw must have stopped halfway through the wrist, leaving a channel for the blood to flow out and pool on the floor while the hand remained attached.
You come to the third carcass now, this time not even her head or hands have been removed. An anthro doe, glassy eyes and open mouth suspended over the pool of gore that has collected in her matted hair. Her skin has been slit open from vulva to cleavage, allowing her intestines to dangle into the mess of her fluids on the floor.
You cannot help but imagine what it must have been like to be eviscerated so methodically. It feels like your guts are coming loose as you keel over and hurl chunks of semi-digested meat and bile up to mingle with the crusted blood covering the floor.