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... rotting.
〝 ’s o── okay, 〞 sick reassurance, slurred exchanged as shadows ebb and flow in the edges of their vision. 〝 keep going. 〞
𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭. 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.
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... hands.
ribs break and make way for him, make way to their open heart, to that haunted, hungry house that the both of them share.
the house, the heart, that eats and pleads and kills. blackened and ...
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... mix of it. van, judge, jury, executioner, is back when she faces forward again.
chest stutters as he takes her face in his hands, swallows grief and heaves against his touch, only to cave in under those same, broken ...
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... him, them, all of them.
it’s nat. then lottie, and jackie, too. two brown ── haired boys she hasn’t seen in a long, long time.
head turns, blood runs rivers out of her mouth, catches sight of a tooth somewhere in the ...
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... from, just for a moment. it’s nat who she fully succumbs to, who renders her compliant, who she takes her rightful punishment from.
the rope tightens, and shauna chokes on her blood, or maybe, on the love she has for ...
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... he’s hitting her.
he’s hitting her and hitting, and it only starts to hurt when they blink ; heavy, caught up in the monster’s teeth and claws, and sees 𝘯𝘢𝘵 instead.
not the predator, but it’s nat she takes the hits ...
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... registers his hits only as a muted sting. 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰.
shauna holds the smaller part of the wishbone in clenched fists, but they’re on the ground, and she loses it somewhere in the dirt. ...
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𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥, 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺, 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳. can feel the rope around her neck, the knife sitting perfectly next to her spine, in her back. welcomes it home.
the needles, his fists, are threaded through her skin, ...
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... a mother’s protection. hands drop to sides, repeats van’s earlier action of curling them into fists. she knows better than to out ── monster the monster.
it takes a second, but her head is back in its place, staring ...
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... with their blood, with their witness.
his hand falls only to fist her shirt. 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣’𝙩, they want to respond, but mouth is forced shut with his swing.
all at once, something seethes. a mother’s instinct, ...
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... damnation.
𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 ; and the cycle will continue with them, ( 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 / 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 ) ...
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the girl now left behind them, the rose ── cheeked spectator, their unknowing audience, holds his prophecy on her tongue.
catches the way he looks at lottie, then back ; and maybe he knows how shauna would beg for her ...
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