Sacrificing Scumbags at the Honey Altar
All the Porridgemy troublesome honeyshe found her honey
I saw my own lips full like ripe berries, while my eyes sparkled alluringly.
As I looked closer, my heart stopped. Deep in my pupils, a golden, hexagonal honeycomb pattern slowly emerged!
The pattern was contracting and breathing like a living parasite in my eyes.
I raised my hand in terror to cover my face, but a strange tingling sensation came from my fingertips, as if countless invisible, tiny tentacles were about to burst through my skin.
The person in the mirror was laughing, but all I wanted to do was scream.
My mother gently pushed me out of the shop, her warm palm leaving a mark on my back. Her voice slithered into my ears like a snake's tongue. "Go! Feel it rushing through you. Find
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