...Her blood boiled over and erupted out of her skin. It shaped into tentacles that burned and cursed everything they touched. She was in complete agony and decomposing from the inside.
Nevermind the sights or sounds. You can't imagine the smell.
No matter how you spin it, killing her was the right thing to do.
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Nevermind the sights or sounds. You can't imagine the smell.
No matter how you spin it, killing her was the right thing to do.