Selma froze. "I'm sorry, what?"
"His testicles." Luca repeated, as if explaining something simple. "You know. The two balls every man has."
He gestured vaguely downward.
Selma felt a phantom pain in her own groin, a sympathetic ache that even the calm couldn't completely suppress.
"I honestly thought it'd be funny to replace his eyeballs with testicles."
Luca continued, his voice light and conversational.
"So first, I gouged his eyeballs out with a spoon before cutting off his nether regions and pushing both of his testicles down there."
He looked down at Julius and observed his eyes critically.
"But sadly, his testicles are quite small. They aren't as big as his eyes. So it seemed like a really loose fit."
He nudged the testicles around like he was trying to fit them inside, which looked utterly disgusting to Selma.
She tore her gaze from the horror of Julius's face, looking instead at his back, at the moving, writhing mass of maggots in his lungs.
