Mysterious Graves: The Demon's Game
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Long fingernails played against her skin. She felt the thing holding her move itself to look down on her. The fingernails pierced into her skin. They were dragged down her back leaving ten deep scratch wounds in her back. A dim light apeared and she stared into these black and red demon eyes with sharp spiky teeth and a dark grey skin. If it even was skin.
"I have you now!"
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