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Author of 73 Stories |
Only I'm the lamb, and the blackberry patch I'm caught in is filled with monsters. The sisters were supposed to chase away the voices in my head; instead they've spilled out over the floor and the voices are louder than ever. The demons are doing unspeakable, impossible things, and the pixies whisper-shout that I'll be next.
I no longer care. Lost in the labyrinth of my mind, all I can do is laugh and laugh as fangs pierce my throat and the monster drinks deep...