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They pulled his mouth wider, Deek’s cheeks and lips burning from the pressure. He clawed at the hands, though he may as well have scratched at stone as he plummeted down a mountainside. He bit down on the fingers, his canine teeth digging into the filthy flesh, piercing the skin and drawing blood. It did no good. He heard his cheeks tear before he felt it, his upper lip splitting and ripping up to his nostrils, the loose skin peeling back, exposing gums and rows of stained red teeth. His mouth filled with blood and it poured down his chin as the hands invaded further into his face, dragging ...more
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