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The Beast

His claws go deep into my screams…..moans and screams escape from my mouth. My skin so pale and bloody. My heart races like Race cars. My face becomes so twisted and out of shape. His deep fangs run into my neck and slides down to my stomach. it reveals a deep long scar. My body so cold. I’m gasping for air. This is the end i tell myself. I try to use my force and bring the beast down but it does not seem to work. My heart paces fast. The beast uses its teeth to rip out pieces of my skin. It’s chews and swallows…chews and swallows…chew and swallow. i can’t fight it. The process repeats until there is nothing left of my but…bones. Theonly thing alive at the scene is a sorrowed spirt and a satisfied beast!

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