Count to Fifty

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Starting…now.

If I was human before, I wasn’t now. But I didn’t care.

My fingers clawed into her throat, looking for bones to snap. Her eyes were bulging, and she was screaming for her life, just like I was screaming for his.

Cat’s gone. No more mercy. There’s just Freak.

CRUNCH.

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