September 29, 2018

“There, in the little house I made with the professor, I might sit nursing my child while I listened to the constant screaming outside, the screaming which eventually became comforting because at least, someone existed outside. But my beastly bitch knew better. If she came out of me, it would be like an organ was cut in half, then left to fester. I would sicken, suffer blood poisoning, blacken throughout my innards, the meat of me becoming liquid…”

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