Needles and flesh come into one being, forcing the living into an abomination.

Blood and flesh conjoins, a choir of screams emanates from the pained souls attempting to break free from their shackles of threads covered in blood.

There is no hope, I made sure that they couldn't move.

Squirming in agony I laugh at their feeble attempts to escape.

Fools, Death is immense. It doesn't matter how much you cry, I will prolong your torture. That's why I do it.

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