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Spamton felt a familiar weight in his chest. A familiar desire, a familiar craving. He tried his best to ignore it.
He pressed the blade lightly to himself and held his breath as it glid across his forearm. Beads of crimson formed along the cut.
But it wasn't enough. More. He needed more.Series
- Part 3 of Spamton sh trilogy
