I walk through the front door and find my gore-smeared daughter, sitting smiling among the shredded remains of our dog.

As I stagger back and vomit, she casually swallows the piece of dripping flesh she had held between her blood-soaked lips, and her tortured voice gurgles accusingly: "YOU brought me back, mommy!"...

Posted Apr 26, 2017, 6:09 PM UTC · edited

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