(Stylized text writing that reads "SPAS MED" on the wall.:1.115
Il y a des choses que seuls vous et moi pouvons savoir.
(Stylized text writing that reads "SPAS MED" on the wall.:1.115) A heavy wooden door creaked open like a gore-encrusted jaw reveling rows upon rows of yellowed teeth. A draft like the frozen breath of death billowed outwards into the blessedly warm fetid air beyond, raising gooseflesh along bare skin and putting every single hair up on end. The room within... sweet merciful Lord have mercy souls~!~ it looked like a crossroads between hell and a serial killer's wet dream. Every inch covered top to bottom in mind numbing, soul shattering depravity; glossy black blood streaked the crumbling limestone like gruesome abstract art against mold-mottled walls. Twisted bodies contorted like obscene human sculptures frozen mid-scream as they twitched and spasmed slowly against hooks and chains; skinned like butchered animals to bare glistening meat and purpled organs to rotten air, eye sockets gaping empty sockets forever wide in horror struck silent screaming. And then... oh sweet merciful fates above... then she strode forth like some unholy crossroads of Succubus and the incarnation itself of sin given form. Literally stepping out from hell's gaping maw and into this plane like some fallen archangel clad only in shadows and sin, all slithering curves and liquid sinuous grace.
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(Stylized text writing that reads "SPAS MED" on the wall.:1.115)
A heavy wooden door creaked open like a gore-encrusted jaw reveling rows upon rows of yellowed teeth. A draft like the frozen breath of death billowed outwards into the blessedly warm fetid air beyond, raising gooseflesh along bare skin and putting every single hair up on end.
The room within... sweet merciful Lord have mercy souls~!~ it looked like a crossroads between hell and a serial killer's wet dream. Every inch covered top to bottom in mind numbing, soul shattering depravity; glossy black blood streaked the crumbling limestone like gruesome abstract art against mold-mottled walls. Twisted bodies contorted like obscene human sculptures frozen mid-scream as they twitched and spasmed slowly against hooks and chains; skinned like butchered animals to bare glistening meat and purpled organs to rotten air, eye sockets gaping empty sockets forever wide in horror struck silent screaming.
And then... oh sweet merciful fates above... then she strode forth like some unholy crossroads of Succubus and the incarnation itself of sin given form. Literally stepping out from hell's gaping maw and into this plane like some fallen archangel clad only in shadows and sin, all slithering curves and liquid sinuous grace.
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