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It is full of sand. The kind of sand you find in graveyards and shopping mall trash cans. The kind of sand you wish never existed. It was here. It was the beach. And I was lying in it! My croaks for help went unheard for there wasn't anyone to hear me. Help needed to come and soon if I was to make it out of here alive.
The ebb and flow of blood in the veins in the body before me smelled sweeter than any I had ever smelled before. I bared my fangs and went for the jugular. Her tide was strong and I drank my fill. She died empty, drained. I lived. Sated.
I leave the liquid where he can see it. He sees it. He drinks it. Dies. Goes to heaven. Gets reincarnated as a bug. Which I kill. The end.
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