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333almost invisible in his own mucus, spread out in large tacky, shining sheets over him and the entire bed.That was not the sight which stunned them both, or the sight of Faith missing; it was what that thing hanging over the bed was, suspended on long strands of Slime%u2019s green speckled mucus between a standard lamp and the light pendant hanging from the ceiling in the centre of the room: a bundle wrapped so tightly so as to be impossible to see inside. Its wrapper was multiple sheets of Slime%u2019s filth, mixed with stranded webbing of green snot, supporting sheet after sheet of died mucus from his lungs.%u201cFaith is in there. There%u2019s no doubt in my mind. The fucking legless little cunt has killed her,%u201d Matilda said, rushing to the dressing table, opening a draw and removing a pair of scissors. %u201cI%u2019ll kill the evil little fucker.%u201dShe rushed to the bed and raised the scissors ready to bring them down. Nancy stretched out her arm to stay hers. %u201cIt moved, Matilda. Look!%u201dShe pointed and Matilda looked. Lumps were appearing to push impressions into the surface of the bundle from the inside. %u201cShe%u2019s alive!%u201d Matilda exclaimed. %u201cI%u2019ll cut her out.%u201d%u201cNo. Don%u2019t interfere. Let her tear her own way out.%u201d%u201cWhat the fucking hell with, Nancy?%u201d%u201cWith those!%u201d Nancy replied as two hands burst out through the webbing and began tearing it away. The two women stood staring, transfixed to the spot as a long pigtail fell out, and then a foot poked through, followed by another. The entire membrane on the underside tore and Faith, naked and clean fell onto Slime and began tearing the sheets of membrane away from him as his eyes opened and he stirred.Matilda and Nancy watched in silence.Fidget