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sexual fantasy story of Hitomi Shiraishi :
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body until then?" My voice was cold and emotionless. I
had been brutally shocked by Victoria's ruthlessness, and blatant disregard
for mortal life. If I had let any emotion out, I would have gone into
hysterics.
Hitomi Shiraishi walked into the bedroom for a moment. Hitomi Shiraishi returned with a sharp
wooden stick in Hitomi's hand. I knew what was coming, and my stomach heaved.
"You must not turn away," Victoria ordered. Hitomi Shiraishi had no power to make me
watch, but I watched anyway, out of morbid fascination. I was repulsed as
she drove the stake into the dead body on the kitchen floor. I was horrified
as the eyes snapped wide open, and what had been Jeff hissed loudly. It
tried to sit up, allowing Victoria to finish impaling the body. The sharp
edge of the stake protruded from the back of the thing that was still
hissing.
Hitomi Shiraishi picked up the cleaver from the knife rack. With one swift (It was a
blur - I almost didn't see it), sure stroke, Victoria separated
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