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331%u201cMake things right. I implore you.%u201d She whispered to her believed creator.And she waited quietly, crouched on the hall floor, by the closed door. She hoped she was right and wished there was another way. But in a world where nothing was real, anything could happen; merely to appease the mind of the creator.Inside the pitch black room, Faith felt alone and scared. The events since the day of her birthday played heavily on her... A sound: something was in the room. Faith heard something else, a sound like a body being ragged over a carpet. The bed seemed to creak slightly, and she felt a weight down there on top of the bed.Outside, Nancy new she would hear a shriek of fear and was waiting for it, but it never came. What she heard was a chilling scream of pain, and another. She counted: twelve screams in all, and she tried to imagine the horror and agony that Faith must have endured as twelve metal corn-forks entered her breasts, six in each. Slime would grab each of the six now as a bunch in his clenched hands, and they would be his fresh anchors to pull and push against, as he repeatedly rammed his bottle-sized cock into the helpless Faith.His powerful movements would stir the inches of metal deep in her tissue, destroying their fragile processes as the organised cells were transformed into a mince-meat mush wrapped up by a thin layer of soft skin.She could take no more. She locked the door, put the key in her pocket and went to the bedroom with the others. She got undressed as Matilda, lying in bed with the Dean and Henry, asked, %u201cWhere%u2019s Faith?%u201d%u201cI%u2019ve locked her in with him for the night. I believe it%u2019s for the best,%u201d Nancy said, climbing into bed.Fidget