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... ror, trembling all over, “Don’t…!” At the same time, she struggled forcefully, trying to break free from the grip of the insect.
But how could her strength possibly match that of the insect.
In the cold compound eyes of the insect was a sense of pleasure in mocking its prey.
“Struggle, fear, the more you do so, the more delicious your flesh will be!”
As it spoke, a pincer blade slashed across.
A wound appeared on the girl’s back, and blood instantly poured ...
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