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The Dread of Damned - Chapter 169: Hungry
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... ick with the scent of sweat, musk, and something darker—metallic, primal. The whimpering had escalated into ragged, wet gasps, punctuated by the sickening pop of bones shifting beneath skin.
I smiled.
Pushing the door open fully, I was greeted by the sight of her—twisted, writhing, breaking.
She was sprawled across the marble tiles, her spine arched at an obscene angle, vertebrae pressing against flesh like knuckles beneath a glove. Her once-sleek dark curls had thickened ...
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