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... in response to the sound. All ten of her fingertips split open, and blood smeared across the broken pebble.
She cringed in pain. Her consciousness was seized by waves of intense pain, but she remained strong and guarded the last of her rationality.
Her lower lip was riddled with teeth marks. She let out uncontrollable sound of boredom, which overflowed from her lips. In a matter of breaths, blood flowed from her eyes, nostrils, and ears––akin to little snakes––and the air gradually r ...
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