She stabs into Holly with her knife. She's no longer laughing.
Once, twice, thrice. She pulls the knife out, licks it, then stabs again.
She looks over at me. She flicks her wrist, snapping the knife in an arc.
Blood flies through the air and splatters over my face.
I cry. I try to yell, to scream, to roar, to convey my outrage, but my voice was gone.
All I could do was whisper Holly's name.
The strings start to crawl over Holly's skin again.
They begin to dive into Holly's skin.
They are punctur
...Goddammit.
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