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presents
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Night of the Fetus
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by
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Bloody Afterbirth
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Toxic File #5
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Centre of Eternity : 615.552.5747 3/24 Baud 40 Megs Lotsa Files
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HQ of The Esoteric Society and sort of HQ of Toxic Shock
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!@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*
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Hail the Almighty! Glory to Fetus! It and we are one, we are the same,
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Its thoughts are ours, and ours Its! Only unto us are Its plans made known, for
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we are the instruments of Its will. Even before the once-mighty Coathanger
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brought Fetus into existence, we were destined to be one with the Destroyer.
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*&^%$#@!*&^%$#@!*&^%$#@!*&^%$#@!*&^%$#@!*&^%$#@!*&^%$#@!*&^%$#@!*&^%$#@!
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It is night. The Night of the Awakening has approached. The cold December
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air only adds to the excitement of those with knowledge of the Night's events,
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yet to unfold.
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Huddled around a small black candle are five of the Chosen. They have
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prepared for this Night for many moons. In the distance, the rolling gong of
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the Town Clock tolls off twelve. The Time is here. The long awaited Moment has
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finally come.
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The Five arise, and walk slowly around the candle, chanting the
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incantations that will call forth the power of Fetus. The gutteral chants grow
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louder, the Five speed their pace. A low rumbling is felt in the earth, a wind
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blows, extinguishing the candle, and one of the Five utters a soft whisper.
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"Fetus...has...come."
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Dave hated winter. Where he came from, it didn't snow this damn much, he
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didn't know how to drive on these icy roads. His wife, somehow, had fallen
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asleep in the seat beside him, her snoring the only sound that interrupted the
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silence of night. Elaine... Oh, she was so beautiful... He was a lucky man to
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have found such a woman.
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Whoa! Something up ahead in the road, something moving! Dave slammed on
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his breaks, skidding the car down the icy roads, sliding even quicker towards
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the thing he was trying to miss.
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It leaped onto the hood of his car! Dave screamed, waking his wife, for on
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his hood was a bloody and charred Fetus! It slammed through the windshield and
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clung to Elaine's face, ripping and tearing her flesh, gouging her eyes! Dave's
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foot hit the acclerator out of fear. The fetus bit into Elaine's throat, her
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blood flowing from down her mutilated face and mingling with the fetus'.
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Dave batted at the fetus with his arm, only to feel fangs bite deeply into
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his hand. Dave tried desperately to shake the gurgling mass off his hand, only
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succeeding in helping It rip his fingers from his hand. Dave screamed in pain,
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his yelps of agony uniting with his wife's, a death choir shattering the night
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with their cries for help. The Fetus burrowed into Dave's midsection, digging
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and rending at the flesh of his stomach, wallowing in the blood. The car spun
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out of control as Dave felt his insides being eaten. Elaine began wildly
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flailing at the air out of panic, her nails ripping Dave's face to shreds.
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The fetus came up through Dave's chest and hacked its way through Daves
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abdomen. The smell of feces filled the air as Dave's corpse lost muscle
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control.
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The car flew off the road, driving on its own course, hell bent for
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destruction, and slammed into a tree. The car crumpled like a beer can,
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exploding in a hellish ball of flame, sending body parts through the air to
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litter the highway.
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Wilma smiled. She felt the baby she carried within moving, thumping softly
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on the walls of her womb. She and Jim had wanted a child for so long, and it
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was finally happening. There marriage had been going downhill for the past
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year, and it appeared that Wilma was destined to have only miscarriages. This
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would surely improve the relationship. Indeed, Jim was already beginning to
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treat her better, he showed much more affection, he truly seemed to care.
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She had a good feeling about the fetus in development... The others had
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felt weak from the beginning, they were never ACTIVE. But this one, oh, it was
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different from the rest. It moved, it hungered. It would live, of that she was
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sure.
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Wilma walked from the kitchen, munching on a pickle, and sighed peacefully
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when she saw that Jim had fallen asleep on the couch, watching TV. She went to
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turn off the TV, and covered her mate with a blanket, softly tucking him in.
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A sensation filled her bowels. Uh-oh, time to go poo-poo. The urge to
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defecate had been promising to show itself all night, after all, they had had a
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feast in celebration of her pregnancy. Wilma walked to the bathroom, wondering
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if she should flush, not wanting to awaken her husband.
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She straddled the cold porcelain throne, and with a grunt, pinched a foot
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long loaf into the toilet. Good, she was afraid all that food would give her
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the unspeakable diarrhea.
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Ooops! Spoke too soon. Her next dump was a flood of liquids and solids,
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oozing sloppily out of her anus, plopping into the already soupy mess below.
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Something was wrong.
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Her baby...She could no longer feel it...No! NO! NOT a miscarriage! It
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was impossible! This couldn't be happening, not to her! She stood, rectal
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juices flowing down her thighs. Slowly she turned, and looked into the toilet.
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And there it was... Floating in the bowl... The small body of a fetus that had
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not completed its growth cycle...
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Tears streamed down her face. She could not take this. The camel's back
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was broken in two. She turned and shuffled from the bathroom, crying softly in
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complete bewilderment. She made her way slowly to her bedroom and walked to the
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window, looking down at the snow covered street, 30 stories below. And stared
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constantly at the street, even as it rushed seemingly upwards to her as she made
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her way down to pavement...
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Jim came slowly to consciousness. "Wha..?" He mumbled many words in some
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unknown language that must come from the land of Grog. He looked around the
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room, attempting to figure out just where exactly he was.
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There, a light. Must be the bathroom. Jim sleepily strode towards the
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light, oh that wonderful guiding light. His bowels ached, his bladder pounded
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on his stomach. He reached to turn on the light, not noticing that he cut off
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the already on light. He sat upon the drunk's best friend, and prepared to
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empty himself of unwanted waste products.
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Jim jumped from the toilet, reaching between his legs to find the cause of
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an intense pain! He found only blood and a stub of what had been his manhood!
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He panicked, not knowing what to do. A thudding slop made him turn his head,
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and he saw a fetus, holding his castration, and grinning evilly.
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He screamed in terror, and turned to run, tripping on his pants. The fetus
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rammed Jim's dick up his ass, and raked his claws down Jim's back and legs,
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drawing blood and removing large amounts of flesh.
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Jim shrieked in pain, his muscles paralyzed by fear. The fetus walked
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slowly around to Jim's face, and kneeled down. Jim smelled the juice of uterus,
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mingled with the smell of defecation. The fetus stuck a finger up Jim's nose,
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lifting his head from the floor, and pulled Jim's body around so that his head
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was now close to the toilet.
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It slammed Jim's head down into the toilet, holding it in the floating logs
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and islands, bubbles of screams and suffocation filling the bowl, sounding like
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so much gurgling. Jim felt his head being sucked down the sewer as the fetus
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flushed the toilet repeatedly, over and over, and a squeaky laugh was emitted
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from the malignant miscarriage.
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The fetus grabbed a plunger and jumped onto Jim's head, forcing it down and
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down into the toilet. Over and over it shoved the plunger and the head farther
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towards the sewer, stopping only when it heard the satsifying crunch of Jim's
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cranium, finally giving way to the pressure and shattering.
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It was cold. Very cold. Mary had been on the streets for the past month,
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living like the homeless. Mark had kicked her out of his house, he did not want
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a child, and she could not afford an abortion. Oh, how she wished she would
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just have a miscarriage. Kids...all they do is ruin your life... Mary went
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around town, grumpily smacking children in their heads whenever she had the
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chance. How she wished she had a child...so she could beat it and molest it and
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make its life pure hell.
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She felt the developing hellion punch softly at her stomach, and she rammed
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fist into her midsection, hoping it would kill the little bastard.
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It punched back.
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"Oh, so it's a fucking boxing match you want, is it? Fine you little
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shit." She slammed her fist again into the place where her baby was.
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It slammed its own fist into her bladder. And not softly. Warm urine
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flower down her legs, pissing on her--- er, pissing her off.
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She was furious. How could the damn thing possibly think it was big enough
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to fight her? She punched it twice, as hard as she could, wincing at the pain
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it was causing her, but relishing the thought of how it would make the fetus
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feel.
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It didn't hit her back this time... It was still... Maybe now she could
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go take a nice shit and get rid of the unwanted growth... No more kicking and
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punching, no more of the "Feed Me Feed Me" shit. Finally she had gotten rid of
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it, she should have done this long ago...
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The clawed fist ripped through her skin, tearing the flesh. Her screams
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flooded her ears as the fetus tore its way out of her womb! It pulled itself
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free, and snapped the umbilical cord. She ran, not knowing how to handle this,
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but its claws held tightly to her breasts, shredding the flesh.
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She continued to run, screaming, and It clawed its way up her chest, taking
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select bites of flesh on its way. When it grabbed ahold of her ears and planted
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a big kiss on her lips she slipped on the ice, and slid into a brick wall.
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The fetus flopped off of the crumpled and stunned body of the bitch that
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had dared to try to kill It.
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"Mommy...I want to play...Do you want to play? I know of a very funny game
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we can play, mommy. Its called... KILL THE BITCH WITH THE OVARIES!"
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She yelled for help as the fetus kicked her in the side, breaking ribs. It
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jumped back onto her chest and began slicing, dicing, shredding and tearing away
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at her flesh, digging its way through her upper body.
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She stood and tried to escape, but the Fetus had grabbed her legs, holding
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her tight, biting away at the tendons in her legs and feet.
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"You know, Mommy...If you don't want to make babies...I can correct the
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situation..."
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With that, the fetus reached its hand up between Mary's legs, groping about
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inside her twat. She let loose a howl of sheer horror as the fetus' fingers
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closed upon the fallopian tubes and ripped her ovaries out.
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The fetus slung the ovaries into the wall, making a nice mess. It jumped
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on Mary's back, forcing her up against the bricks, her face in the ovary mush.
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"LICK it, bitch. LICK IT or DIE!"
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Mary tongued the gooey mass of egg-producing glands, and slowly licked away
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at it, occasionally whimpering for mercy...Apologizing...Bleeding...
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Fetus stuck its claws into Mary's back, and let gravity pull Its body
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downward, slicing into her body and drawing more blood than she had left in her.
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And so it was on the first Night, that evil Night when the power of Fetus
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was summoned to wreak havoc upon the world. The Chosen grew stronger as the
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deaths grew more numerous. Their message was heard, the doctrine of Fetus, and
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all who heard were entranced. Such wisdom, such knowledge... The followers
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grow in number... Soon, Fetus shall overcome. Choose your side.
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(c)1989 Toxic Shock
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The Followers Of Fetus
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Fetal Juice
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Bloody Afterbirth
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Gross Genitalia
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Twisted Testicles
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Tasty Abortion
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