"This is where I died," Wren said, using a faux jason/red hood voice. "Every time I come here, I could swear I can still hear the sounds of a metal bat hitting a bag of meat. Like its in the walls. Not the screams or the pleading but the sound of him hitting me. Again and again and again. Tenderizing me." She sneered. "Breaking my ribs, my bones,
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