Feel something evil inside. A pulse. No. Open your eyes. The hunger will consume. Trigger disposition of the delirium cut from the soul. Hunger. Hair swinging across its face. Eyes nowhere to be seen. Lost in the dark abyss of the skull. Melodic melody of torture, bones, and sinew. Howl at the now empty room. Blood splattered walls. The trigger has been released. The animal revealed. You were the trigger.
-jairo
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