Eusect means to cut open, to dissect, to vivisect. 

Some of the prey (predators?) in these short stories are lucky enough to be flayed after they are dead, but you, gentle reader, are still among the living. Your blood is sticky, your organs are squishy and warm, your bone is stark white. You can still feel pain, nausea, revulsion/fascination. You look at the pages through slits in your fingers, but you don't look away. 

If the queer body is considered grotesque, let it be exquisitely horrifying. Let it linger, festering, refusing to be ignored, to go hungry. And when the body is gone, let the horror remain. 

Ghosts cannot open doors, no matter how desperate they are to escape.

P.S. If you're a content-warning kinda reader, take these ones seriously, okay?