Skull

This is the first paragraph from my magnum opus, i was reading it over, and i felt that it was interesting, yet I felt it could have been better, so I'm looking for feedback on how to do just that!

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Just the thought of it turned my stomach, let alone having to stare at it. The smell in the air was thick; the stench was raw. I couldn’t help but notice how perfect the skull laid on top of the body, perfectly in place and perfectly crafted. The skull was immaculate, it was clean, no stains-nothing was left on it. I couldn’t get over the fact that body lay perfectly in tact, Henry’s suit without a stain of blood still in pristine condition. What lay in front of me was a man who had been tortured to death in a heart wrenching manner. Charlie had put him in restraints and delicately began stripping his skin off his face. As if he was carving a pumpkin, he drew lines on his face and cut ever so cautiously, making sure to stay within them. I was forced to watch him mutilate his face bit by bit. I knew it was only a matter of time he would finish Henry, and I would be next work of art. At first I grew sick sitting here in my own restraints, watching Henry cry and scream for help as he was tortured. Eventually I grew numb to this display, and began to, not necessarily enjoy watching, but appreciate how delicate Charlie was. Apparently he was a sculptor and a surgeon because he knew exactly where to cut and how to cut without making a mess.