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His breath reeked of rotting entrails, making me vomit bile into my mouth—but I couldn’t spit it out due to the paralysis.
He raised his massive hand, grabbed my cotton shirt, and tore it in a single motion as if it were tissue paper, exposing my chest marked with Vargas’s claw scar.
"Let’s begin... with the opening," the butcher growled.
One of the mechanical arms descended from the ceiling, holding a laser scalpel that emitted a terrifying buzz.
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