Senses

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The smell was wretched, I don't know if my demon senses can take much more. There was bodies everywhere all reeking of sickness. Making me weaker the longer I stayed. And with years of this... this.... torment... I thought I would have gotten use to it by now.

Apparently not.

I couldn't get away. The smell followed me everywhere. But I had to endure. For them. I'd do anything for my human.

"Anti, what do you think?" I look over to my friend who was trying on multiple of these sickly sweet perfumes at a human boutique. I've covered my nose making my response somewhat nasally.

"You want my honest opinion?"

"Always Anti."

"I would like to get the hell outta here! I can't fuckin' breathe!"

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Ohh! Anti's perspective.


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