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The Breeze On My Face (Part 2)
You grow lethargic, time to get the blood flowing again. I start a low resinous growl near my diaphragm letting it build moving to my chest where it bounces around in the hollowness growing, and as it escapes, shaking my teeth, I materialize before you, your scream makes my hair stand on end, making my lips curl in a vicious smile and as I stare into your eyes I knot my fingers within your hair, snapping your head back, and as the tears leak from your eyes I lean in close, licking them from your cheek sooo sweet.... my eyes roll back again and in my ecstasy I plunge my left claw into your belly. The horrific howl you release shatters my eardrums causing them to bleed Ahhh.... I twiddle my fingers within your intestines to get as much as I can from the beginnings of your death rattle, causing you to create your own beautiful requiem. Slowly, so slowly, I slide my hand out, and as you watch I play cats cradle with your innards tying them in knots, your gasps and whimpers are like candy to my ears, so sweet, sooo nice, eventually you collapse from the delicious pain and I'm there within your last heart beat, starting to feed before you even hit the ground, flinging chunks of you like a wood chipper.
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