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Pleasure

I felt it for the first time; the sensation, the thrill, the most exciting ecstasy. Pretty sure Anna grey could never hit this climax;

High above any cloud, I chopped them all into pieces, laughing as I took out every chunk, every organ, every flesh. Just as Chucky had his knife, I had my axe and I was ready to play.

Five was a good start, five hundred was definitely the goal.

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