The Taste.

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My blade drips with their blood. I taste it; nothing brings me more pleasure.

I feel invigorated by its flavour, then my back begins to tickle and rip.

I shriek out in pain as my flesh pulls apart and unleashes a small disfigured man.

It speaks...

"I am your sin."

Surreal Thrills: A Book of Micro-Stories.On viuen les histories. Descobreix ara