Flesh Joined

A pulsating mass of veins, a morbid tapestry woven from tissues. Each muscle a testament to a life ended, now entangled in a macabre dance. The stench of death hangs heavy, a cloying perfume that overwhelms the senses. A symphony of grunts echoes through the void, a chorus of agony and submission.
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