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... uring its prey in slow, methodical bites. Each participant, still entranced, stood motionless—offering their bodies with upturned heads and euphoric expressions etched across their faces.
There was no resistance, no screams. Only silence, punctuated by the sickening crunch of bone and the wet slosh of flesh torn apart.
The Siren seemed delighted, releasing ecstatic, high-pitched giggles with every mouthful. It tilted its head, swaying with childlike glee, like a little girl savor ...
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