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The Powder Factory Massacre Excerpt
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Ethan passed in and out of consciousness. Something alighted on his palm. He turned his head to see a cat licking the blood from the wound, the tongue rough and harsh. More cats jumped onto the table and moved towards his gaping abdomen. Ethan pleaded for the end, pleaded for a quick and merciful death, but he felt it all, felt the cats pawing through his organs, chewing at his flesh, drinking his blood. He felt it all. He felt the cats biting at his legs and arms and face. He felt them clawing at his hair, and he felt a cat take a chunk from his neck, and could feel the blood rushing from the wound, draining fast, and he felt peaceful, tired, and he closed his eyes, and went to sleep.