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Message: <blockquote data-quote="izillama" data-source="post: 4533251" data-attributes="member: 79171">"What the devil is going on!?"Clover jumped up, giddy with fear and heart racing, and backed up. She felt herself back into the woman, who seemed as warm and comfortable to her as a cat who had been lying next to a roaring fire. The woman crooned, kindly, "You are cold to the touch, dear. Would you like to borrow my coat? I'm Mavis, by the way. And this is my daughter, Suzy."The other man in the basement with them managed to gruff, "I'm Vince."'I don't care who any of you are, and I don't know if your coat would even help, ma'am.'Clover suddenly doubled over and held her chest. Something felt like it was welling up inside of her. She felt sick.And cold.Her ears began to feel like they were stuffed with cotton, and she heard a pounding noise which chilled her even more.Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.It got louder and quicker. 'If only I could stop that horrible noise!'Then she realized. It was internal.Her own racing heart, threatening to burst out of her chest. She wondered if she was really that afraid right now. No. This was much too intense. Was she having a heart attack?Again, she doubled over. Her stomach felt like it was turning in a sickening hunger. She suddenly felt a desire for something primal and evil, and it both frightened and intrigued her.In pain, she ground her teeth and realized that she bit her tongue. She winced, then her eyes flew wide as she tasted her own blood.The iron substance felt like a sedative to the taste and, though it was her own to begin with, she began to feel a satisfaction the likes of which she had never known before. She felt at ease. For the first time in weeks, she felt at peace in her own skin.But she was afraid.Mavis and Suzy stared at her in horror as Clover began to convulse and, for a fleeting moment, Clover found herself looking at the two females as though they were something she wished to taste. An internal voice that both was and was not her own surprised her, 'If I feel calmed by the taste of my own blood, I wonder... I wonder if just a lick of theirs...'Clover's eyes flew wide again and she cursed her evil thoughts. She lifted her hands too fast to cover her mouth and lost her balance, falling over and crashing to the floor of the basement in a heap.'What... what's going on!? What's wrong with me!'Her heart began to race faster and her eyes squinted in pain. She felt tears begin to run down her cheek, hot and salty rivers of anguish.The world felt like it was spinning out of control around her. She could no longer even feel the others in the room. She didn't know what they were doing. What they were thinking. What was going on in their minds as they watched her die a painful death? Did they wonder: 'Am I next?'She curled tight into a ball as her muscles spasmed. 'Die. I want to die. I need to... I need to pray... I can't die... like this...'Blindly, she clutched at her neck and felt for her necklace: a shining silver fleur de lis, and a gift from her grandmother. She never removed it.Painfully, she tried to speak and pray. Her voice came out less strong than she would have wanted. Was she even speaking at all? Speak!"H... hail Mary, full... of grace. Our Lord is... with thee. B... ble... blessed art thou among women... and... blessed is the fruit of thy... womb... Jesus!"She screamed and felt more pain, as though the prayer was burning her. She felt her tongue reject the words like acid. She felt like she had become a living sin. Was her curse that she could not pray?Clover tried her hardest, screaming at times, "Holy Mary! Mother... of God. Pray for us... sinners."'Pray for me.'"Now... now and... at the hour... of..."The pain was indescribable."...our..."She wanted it to end. She wanted it to end!"...death."Clover had no more strength. She thought that she felt herself slip away.'Say Amen. Say Amen!'She couldn't.Then, though she was surprised she could still feel anything at this point, she felt someone grab her hands. Was it Mavis? Little Suzy? Even that preacher?Whoever it was, she heard them say, "Amen."And then all went dark.Death.</blockquote>

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