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Her ear fell, hanging by a string of tattered flesh.
flinching spastically.
Something that had once been human but was now ruined. Something that had been smashed by the hand of God.
“Hope they skin the bastard.”
He had found new tears to spill.
The landscape of his flesh was quilted with brackish claw marks,
You are going to hell, Leonard. You are going to suffer greatly there.
The gunshot sound of flesh giving way,
You cannot be saved,
Maybe this finale of violence, despite its savagery, was merciful.
She screamed so hard that Virtue could hear her throat breaking.
