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My own scream drowns out Max's voice, making it impossible to stop what I have started. Repeatedly colliding my first with his face, his ability to move dies down. Crunch after crunch, bones break, swelling his face into an unrecognizable mess. Listening to the weak beat of his heart, its thud is consuming.
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