163. Praise

The gigantic hand grabs me, lifts me, and I fall. 

My body is crushed, and under excruciating pain, I shut my eyes. 

Opening them, the gigantic hand grabs me, lifts me, and I fall. 

Pain, it hurts so fucking much. 

Grabbing, lifting, falling. 

"FUUUUUUCK!!! IT HURTS SO MUCH, AAAAHHHH!" I scream when the hand again grabs me, lifts me, and I fall. 

"CAN'T THIS SHIT FINALLY BE OVER??!!? JUST KILL ME ALREADY!!!" 

Grabbing, lifting, falling, CRUNCH. Grabbing, lifting, falling, CRUNCH. 

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"FUCK!" I hissed when I finally jolted awake. My whole body was drenched in sweat, and my face was full of tears. I wiped them away and looked at the breathing body that lay beside me, flinching again when I noticed that it was the possessed child. 

WHAT THE FUCK? Was that Henry making a damn joke? Who the hell puts something like that beside someone sleeping?