It took only a few seconds for the figure to stir, its wide mouth drinking in her blood, smearing it down its chin and neck. Bitter snatched her hand away and scrambled backward, watching the painting with fascinated horror. She’d never seen one this big come to life, and she hadn’t even been sure that it would, despite all the energy she’d poured into it. A groaning sound came out from the wood, and the edges of the panel began to buckle and warp. The muddy white of the figure lifted up from the surface, ballooning into the air, then it flattened back down with a wet slap before ballooning up
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