THE
PENCHANT DYING REFLECTION by orion fang
PERFECT RED, PERFECT SHAPE by adrianna thant
THE PRICE OF POINTE by verb
UNRAVEL
The thing, gave a tremendous shudder. And then it grew, bloated grotesquely like some abhorrent balloon from hell, my face and my body turning into that of a soft, meaty, indistinguishable blob of flesh and skin.