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Deception
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Ongoing, First published Sep 10, 2016
Mature
9/1/16
  Victim #10, she was truly beautiful. What a shame she was buried. Why hide such a beautiful thing under the earth. Why not use it for experiments? And that is simply what I did.

  Oh, how her rotting corpse felt under my gloved hand and the leftover blood gushing out, I cut into her gently. I would've never hurt her, she was my pet, but she was quite too talkative for my liking. 

What a shame, such a beautiful pet gone to waste. First, I bathed her in alcohol, rubbing all the dirt off of her pale skin. Then, I gouged out her beautiful green eyes and replaced them with those of a cat. The dead slits stared at me; oh, what joy it made me feel.

  I took a needle and conjoined the pieces of skin, that were rotting away, and sewed them back together; also sewing her a pair of cat ears and a tail of course. 

Oh, how stunning you look, my dear; you truly look like a pet. My pet.


{Credits to the lovely @cherryashton for creating this cover for me and helping me edit.}
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