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sleek onyx fur glistens in the midday sun while her blood saturated saliva pools in the dirt below her she howls in grief closing her eyes, she opens her ears to listen they are coming the smell of decaying flesh makes her stomach turn yet she knows what she must do she waits her heart beats fast as she accepts this fate she is close to vomiting just a few more steps tensing her muscles, readying for the fight she takes one long breath and lunges they are on her now and bile rises in her throat as the rotten flesh sticks in her teeth yet she continues she has to do this, rip their flesh so she rips and rips and rips until there is nothing left nothing but shreds of skin and innards resembling confetti if confetti were always so sticky with blood finally allowing herself to purge all this evil she sits on her haunches and breathes it is done the dead are, well, dead again but her family has not returned to her so her anguish remains but what is done cannot be undone so as she looks up at the sky, now brightened by the moon and stars she closes her eyes and listens once more haggard breathing unsteady footsteps and then...Daddy?
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