I lift her off the bed easily. She feels weightless, and I feel infinitely
strong. She whimpers, struggling against me, but unable to make contact with my
body. As her free arm swipes at me her
fingers just pass right through.
I toss her, and her body goes flying. She slams into the wall with a loud thump
then crashes to the floor. She sits up,
gasping for air, the wind knocked out of her.
I move quickly, grabbing her again.
I chose the throat this time. I
need to keep her from screaming.
With one hand clutching her throat I grab her arm again, and
I pull.
The flesh rips and the bones crack with ease. I pull her apart as if she was made of
paper. Blood gushes, splashing to the
floor in a violent waterfall of crimson.
I grab and rip, grab and rip.
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