Underground (TW- desc of blood and bodily horror)

Underground

Blood, it was everywhere. It had dried repulsively on the walls. It was underneath splatters of what horrifically appear to be fresh splashes of blood, and chunks of some sort of flesh sluggishly rolling down onto the floor. The smell, dear god the smell. It reeked of iron and decayed meat. It caused me to hurl over my bounded body. As I examined the cruelly bullet walls, made horridly with cement and rotting wood. Then i found out where the main cause of the smell was coming from. Hooks. Once sharp now grimly dull. Hung was mangled chunks of flesh. Not even bodys, nor body parts. Just chunks. My eyes wanted to rip themselves out but then I noticed one of them was gone.