The scratchy burlap sack they've tied over her head is musty and damp with sweat.
As she struggles against the ropes they've bound tightly around her hands and feet, she can faintly make out several shapes, standing around her. Though none make a sound, she feels they are all laughing at her.
Someone lunges forward, and she feels a sharp burst of pain in her side.
"!@#$%^&*@#&@*&^!@%^&!%@$&#@&%@^%!$&@*!"
More struggling, and voices.
"!@#*$&^#%@*!^@(#*^@%&%!@^&%&*#@%@$^!@&^#$%^@$%^!^@! #@*^&@#%^!%*@&^%$*#(@#%^!^*! #&@%!(@*!"
"#(@&$(^@*!^!@(#*^@!@%&^!"
"!(*@^*(^#*@@#^%&@*%(**^@%^&$@^$!$#%*^#$@^!*&^%#@&^$&@!*&^!"
"#)(@*&)*^!@&*^&!*%@^%@#^$*&!"
Something warm begins flowing down her side.
As her vision goes blurry and the shapes begin to tip sideways, she realizes there's an overwhelming scent of blood.
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**flavor text by your God the increasingly morbid amorphous pink blob
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