The Nun of Hell
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You could have said no. But you had already lost your mind too much to be able to realise the imbalance between the starving beast's demand and the gain : to allow the Abbess to go on her way. |
It would have been no use anyway. You sealed your destiny. With his mighty jaws the wild carnivore is tearing the already frozen flesh pieces off your bones, shaking violently your carcass. Only your head is still intact. Seized by the icy cold, it has kept the expression of the last moment agony. Open to the sky, your mouth can now catch all the flakes that thirst no longer calls for.
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Conversely, you were not animal enough yet to feel the need for survival. But never mind after all. You are no longer here to regret it. |
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| Without waiting the sleigh had set off. You had followed the wolf away to his cavern. Once there, he jumped at your neck and drove his lethal fangs in it. You hardly made a move to escape. |
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