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The female prostitute was screaming.

    She was on the black colored Altar.

     "PLEASE! I DON' WANT TO DIE!", she yelled, as rope was around her hands, legs, and feet.

     "DON'T STRUGGLE!", Emma yelled, "It'll be worse for you".

     And she was now dressed in a black hood.

     And she brought down the whip down on her breasts, legs, and feet.

     Blood gushed as the prostitute died in agony.

      "She was weak, Demoness", Emma said, as she buried the body in the ditch outside, along with the others before her.

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