Pytatia Henye made her father seem beautiful. Her hair had mostly fallen out. Long, thin strands clung to a scalp covered in worms. Her left eyeball hung from pink string, socket gouged and mutilated. Her mouth looked frozen in a contorted oval shape, as if her body had settled into rigor mortis mid-scream, forcing her chin askew from the center of her face. The left cheek dangled from her jaw, a flap of muscle and skin that obscured half of her neck. The half Olivia could see was absent of flesh, exposing vocal chords, the esophagus, and countless other internal parts. She was naked, and
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Do not let this happen to Tashami. Please.
