I need air. They cut him . He muttered, Sorry, miss, even as he started moving slowly, stiffly off the top of the pile. He hadn't done it much for me, but not everyone had my charm and ability to scare people.
Afraid of the claws, the teeth. Then he slowly put his arms back down, but it wasn't Ronnie he was looking at when he finished. He raised those bloody hands up and just knelt there staring at his hands. Perhaps his own pomme de sang, Jason.
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