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MissM lay heaving. Short, numbered breaths escaped her mouth. Her whole body was on fire, spasming very gently with the spurts of blood oozing out of her wounds. She knew she couldn't take a lot of further damage. Out here under the small tree near the cave, she was a sitting duck. I have to move, the thought blazed through her mind and she started to slowly crawl forward.

A clump of closely-grown trees stood before her. She moved forward ever so slowly towards them, biting her lip to fight the pain off.

BLAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!

The shotgun shell ripped through her right side, spraying her black jacket with more blood. MissM sighed and turned, eyes half-open and delirious.

BLAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!

This shot blasted right into her left thigh, ripping the flesh out from her bone. Freak looked at her from over the barrels of his empty smoking shotgun, dropped it, and walked forward remorselessly, axe in hand. MissM tried to crawl back, but Freak was onto her quickly.

SCRUNCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

The axe stung into MissM like a huge bee. It thudded right into her left shoulder and struck at her shoulder bone, miraculously not severing it. She threw her head back and groaned, and Freak looked at her once, long and hard. He then looked back and nodded once, backing away slowly from MissM.

BLAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!

The shotgun blast ripped through her lower back, exploding into the bare side on it. An ugly, gaping black wound was suddenly created on her flawless skin, which welled up and almost immediately sprayed blood out. MissM lifted her head for an instant, then it fell back and she was whimpering and groaning.

Michelle stood there, smiling at her. She aimed at her again, and pulled the trigger, a loud evil cackle resonating out from her lips.

BLAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!

The shot caught MissM on her chest, blasting a hole right through it. MissM's head fell backwards, her eyes seeing bright red stars everywhere. Michelle walked over to her, dropping the now-empty shotgun and transferring her axe into her right hand. She was onto MissM in a flash. MissM lay groaning and bleeding, a weak hand slowly reaching for her HPs purely by instinct. Michelle lifted her right leg and brought down her heavy, shining stiletto heel of her hunting boot straight at her chest wound. She ground it savagely on the fresh wound with all her might, shrieking once in absolute delight. MissM screamed and groaned, grabbing at Michelle's leg weakly.

The worst part was yet to come.

Michelle's cruel game of brutality was not done. She looked wild and maniacal. Her eyes swung towards MissM's outstretched right hand, and thoughts of MissM swinging the machete at her flashed through her mind. She leaned down and grabbed MissM's right hand in one sweeping motion, and lifted her axe high. MissM's eyes opened wide in sheer terror for one instant, and a loud whimper escaped her lips.

SCRUNCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

The axe swung right through MissM's right shoulder, cutting off her right arm from the rest of her body!!

MissM's screams filled the afternoon air and did not stop. Her right shoulder sprayed blood out in long, big spurts from the severed wound. Michelle held MissM's right arm for an instant, before dropping it right on MissM's chest. She let go of the broken axe, and bent over at MissM's face with gnashed teeth and wide, malice-filled eyes.

"Next time, think of this before you attack me, b****!" Michelle roared at MissM's face.


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