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I feel trapped. I can't move; I've become a statue, but my fingers can move. I open and close them, and they fall onto the floor, shattering the silence like the scream that's trapped inside of me -- never escaping through the tunnel of my mouth. It's physical and mental. I'm trapped. My hands are falling off -- wait. I thought my fingers were the ones falling off. Oh God! When did the ground become closer? My feet and toes are in a nearby pile, but how did they end up over there? I can hear breathing, and it sounds like a dog's breathing. It sounds like a dog's breathing when the dog is getting ready to attack. I can't move. I can't scream. I can't see. I don't know where I am, how I got here; I don't know anything.... All I know is that something is behind me, and it's rancid breath is dripping down my neck like the blood the dog's claws produced on my head. I can see red. I can see red slipping past my eyelids. I can see red monsters crawling towards me. Creeping. Crawling. Dashing. Faster. Faster. Faster. Faster. How can they creep and crawl and dash so quickly towards me, yet never reach me? Where did they go? Are they still here, or are they in my head? Oh God! They're in my head! Get them out of my head! I can feel them breathing down my neck, and I can feel the slit on my neck growing into a hole big enough for the dog to crawl inside. It's really inside me! Why is there blood? I thought I was a statue, and statues can't bleed; and where did the pile of my body parts go? They've eaten them. They've eaten them. They've eaten me. They've...can't think. Statue...move...inside...dog...blood...rip...hole...red...black....
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