I soaked up the drink and it, in return, absorbed me.
Jo’s whimper rose slightly but the scream she yearned for wouldn’t materialise. Instead, as she looked at her hand, she began to make a gurgling, gagging noise, more animal than human.
You don’t kill someone you love, do you?
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