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Message: <blockquote data-quote="shilsen" data-source="post: 3518486" data-attributes="member: 198">As you move cautiously through the woods, the soft sounds of childish laughter floats to you. The direction is easy to decipher and you soon locate its source. In the middle of a small clearing, a group of children are gathered, laughing and playing. At least you assume they're playing, since you can't actually see what they are focused on, kneeling or squatting in a tight circle. As you move forward, none of the children respond, continuing to laugh and focus on something in the middle of their circle. As you near them, you notice a very soft sound, which has underlaid the children's innocent laughter. It's impossible to identify, but sounds like a series of very soft, muffled grunts. And then, as you reach the children and see what is in the center, you realize its source. In the center of the circle is a small animal. Two of the children are holding it stretched out on its back between them, and another has her delicate little hand clamped over its mouth, muffling the sounds it would otherwise make. It takes a couple of seconds before you realize that it is a rabbit, mainly because it is almost unrecognizable. The creature's flesh has been torn from the bottom of its neck to its groin, and it - and the ground around it - is bespattered with blood, as well as small pieces of fur and meat. The source of the wounds is evident, as one of the children reaches two of his fingers into the mass of meat and flesh and rips free a small piece, before lifting it to his mouth.Amazingly, the rabbit is still alive, and it shudders under the latest assault, though the hands holding it down give it almost no space to do so. Its madly rolling eye meets your gaze for a moment, and you feel a painful jolt, as a sensation of incredible pain overwhelms you. For a couple of brief instants, though the agony makes it seem much longer, you actually are the rabbit, feeling your skin, flesh and internal organs slowly and methodically being removed while held down and incapable of finding even the tiny release of a scream, dumbly uncertain of what is happening to you or when it will end. And then, as the sensation flares unbearably, you feel something crack and tear within your little, ravaged body, and everything goes quickly - thankfully - dark.As you shake away the sensation, you look down to see the children relax their grasp and drop the now dead creature to the ground. There is one last trill of laughter, ending with soft murmurs of disappointment. Only then do the children notice your presence and turn to you. The closest, a little girl of perhaps five, looks up at you and smiles beatifically. Her face is angelic, pale white skin and ruddy red cheeks surrounding two bright blue eyes, her head topped with golden curls. Or would be angelic, if it were not for the fact that the cheeks are ruddy with smears and spots of blood. She lifts a gore-speckled hand towards you, and you notice the tiny speck of white fur stuck to the top of her middle finger."Hello," she says, smiling sweetly, "Will you play with us?"</blockquote>

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