The Body Thief
She made to stand, smashing the head on the ground and stepping on it without taking her eyes off Elena.
“Calm down, Sheels,” said Perry who Elene would have never noticed if she hadn’t made a sound.
She appeared to be fine, though her spaghetti-strapped shirt was ripped and had now laid loosely on her stomach to reveal her black brassiere. She was standing on the dick of her late enemy who had a hole on the chest, on the forehead, and on the knees.
Elena simply looked down at Hera’s body whom they still haven’t noticed, thinking hard how she could prove her identity without her suffering the same fate the other warriors had been subjected to.
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