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... Beatrice. A masterpiece of failure... no, your failure. Tell me, does your heart still remember the taste of its teeth sinking through your ribs?"
Beatrice’s breath trembled. Her bare feet slipped slightly on the steel cold floor as she adjusted her stance.
The thing before her was quivering in excitement, its ragged chest convulsing with a hiss that sounded almost like laughter. But in reality that was just its twisted biology. Each time it inhaled, you could hear the air whistl ...
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