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She doesn't have the strength to scream. She's dead by the time she bounces off the beast's stomach the first time.
You feel nothing.
Nothing but the lovely warm droning in your head, drowning out everything else.
It's steady pulsing pushes you forward as you strip naked out of your uniform.
2026-05-11T15:14:17.571Z