The Pink Muscle

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What he said next gave chills to all three people standing there...

"Next stop, the extractor!"
The boy whimpered and quivered as the figure pulled out something shiny from his satchel. A pair of pliers...
"Open up, child!" the figure spoke as if it was a mother about to feed her young child. But the reality was much more sinister.
When the boy refused to comply, the masked man pulled him closer and forced his mouth open. He gently and slowly inserted the pliers in halfway, letting them hover. He then lowered the handle so the metal part touched the roof of the boy's mouth.
He shivered, fear building up and tears falling down.
Then in one fast movement, he clamped the pliers to the boy's tongue and yanked hard at it. It dislodged on the first pull and and blood sprayed out with it, then it completely tore away on the second pull. Blood and screams filled the scene in front of the remaining two as the boy clasped his mouth and shrieked and cried. Soon his fragile and inexperienced body withered to the floor and in the end, he remained a sack of bone and flesh, now a decoration piece belonging to the monstrous 'Viam mortis'.
"Let's hurry! We don't have much time left!" the masked figure said in an over excited, childish voice like a kid who wanted to go on all the rides before his parents said that it was time to go.
Trembling, the two remaining victims walked forward. It was as if there was a force compelling them to walk further a d listen to what he was saying.... Maybe it was the street? Fear? Curiosity? Whatever it was, it was very strong....

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 05, 2019 ⏰

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