The flesh path continues through the opening in the corpse room which winds up, and twists and turns so much that for segments of it you have to pull yourself up with your hands on the pulsing flesh like climbing a cliff.

But it evens out after a while and again, chains and bars start to pull the flesh back and force it to separate. Mostly chains, though, way more chains than before, winding and tugging and pulling more and more to the point that you'd have to push them aside to touch any flesh at all.

Eventually they form an opening of a sort, almost all metal, winding clanking chains shifting and pulling ever tighter. The room itself seems to have been some kind of woman's bedroom, though it's hard to tell under the mass of metal. Chains cover the bed, the dresser, the dress stand next to it. As well as those, you can make out (all wrapped up in chains) a bookcase, a rocking chair, and a washbasin.

You may be more interested in the...decoration? On the 'roof'. The chains wind up and around the body of a woman, keeping her tied up overhead. She's in her mid-thirties, with shoulder-length blond hair, and while she's no unearthly beauty she's nice enough to look at, the chains marking out a curvy body.

She is also crying, and apparently injured, blood dripping down from the chains wrapping her midsection. A knife sticks out of her, from between two chains.

There is no way out except the way you came.