With no weapon except her own fortitude, she took advantage of the wound she had caused from the first assault. Striking hard and quick for the moment of redemption was fleeting, she rammed her hand inside the gaping hole of his abdomen. The hot juices of innards surrounded her fingers as she entwined them in his organs. The fair-haired porcelain pawn of Chaos turned to her—in pain, in surprise, in angered wrath. But too late, as she tore his insides out, pulling her hand away and bringing his intestines with it. He fell on her, desolate in his embrace. Eyes still open as if looking at her,
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