The next day, the grim wake us up. Then, we must go to the eating room... :-? And, they call some
of my friends. My other friends were curious about it, but I’m not. Actually I’m not interested even a little.
Just a minute later, I hear the grim said the same words like when he was calling the mystic dagger
and the c.s. So I closed my eyes and cry. And I could hear their shouts, but I couldn’t do anything. Suddenly, the
scream stops, and the air was full with the scent of blood, and my friends were starting to feel sick, unlike the
“peoples” that are licking their lips.
Then, the grim walks out from the kitchen, and bring a trayful of fresh flesh which you know, was my
friends. The “peoples” were eating them, and our “dear” friends kindly walks to me, while bringing an eye,
and offer it to me.
I tried to reject it, and run away. But it’s too late. “he” cought me, and he pushed the eye into my
mouth. I want to throw it out, but “he” pushed me to the ground, lay on me, and “kissed” me with his
tongue pushing the eye deeper and deeper.
TBC.....
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