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Lying in the hospital bed, I slowly come out of my years-long coma to find myself being mounted by a filthy, hideous-looking thing.
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| Wehn a man loves a vejtabull, he nales the fuckin beet. | |
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Narration boxes can not describe what I do to him.
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I leave his bloody carcass on the floor and lie in wait for the doctor who set him up with me.
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| Since she is still alive, the term is technically comaphilia, not necrophilia. Hey, we get to practice necrophilia on you. | |
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