Eternal Asylum: A Psychological Horror Romance
Nina’s grip tightened around my heart, and I felt it falter, the rhythmic beating slowing under her grasp.
She twisted her hand, and with a sickening crunch, she tore my heart free from my chest.
I gasped, blood bubbling up from my throat, spilling from my lips.
I could feel the life draining from me, the warmth seeping away as my heart—my very essence—was ripped away.
My body convulsed, collapsing to the floor in a pool of blood and gore.
Nina held my heart in her hand, watching it beat weakly, the last vestiges of life fading from its surface.
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