Every Foul Spirit
He straddled the bucking body, pinned her flailing limbs, and he put those round beautiful eyes to the blade.
After a bit, the girl’s cries began to die away, fading into incoherence as she began asphyxiating from the neurotoxins in the spider venom—her writhing moans dying out as her flesh body failed, vitals shutting down in her final anguishes. She spasmed, kicked weakly, some part of her brain yet aware.
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