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"Take it, it's yours."
"Pull out her hair, just as she pulled yours."
"This is my eye."
"My skin."
"My teeth."
"...."
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In these seven dreamscapes, here in this place, Emily had switched positions with the girls she had once killed.
She was strapped to the operating table, forced to remain conscious, unable to faint, and then she had to watch the horrific deeds, being carried out on herself.
"Ah!"
"Ah!!!"
The harrowing screams were nonstop, and at the side of the operating table, Agate was tied to a chair, forced to watch his beloved daughter, receive retribution from the evil spirits!
"Woo! Woowoowoo!"
However, it seemed Agate had no time to worry about his daughter anymore.
Right in front of him, a twisted monster was crawling towards him; it was none other than the old woman who had gone mad from the torture of losing her daughter, now transformed into a Contaminated Species.
