Day 72 - 10:39 AM - Mansion, Padilla, San Jose, Antipolo, Rizal
Black smoke scattered around the hatch found under the statue in the garden. As the smoke spread, it was accompanied by the blood-curling screams of the rotting victims.
What was scarier than dying immediately or being tortured to death?
Feeling a pain worse than being tortured and watching your body rotting slowly.
A grotesque hole opened on your body, slowly eating everything as it dug into your flesh deeper.
Witnessing your skin and flesh reduced to a putrid mush as it exposed your bones and organs.
Seeing such a horrible thing happen to yourself until all signs of life escaped your body. That was one of the worst things that could happen to anyone.
It was a severely nasty way to go. Especially when the last thing they would remember before dying was their rotting organs spilling on the ground.
Todays chapter~~!
Darn, why does this chapter feel short? Its the same word count though.......
Anyways, Mark surely busted their way out before they could even say anything. He surely gave them no way out. Now, time to play with the prey.
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