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The horrified screams that echoed round the alley fell on deaf ears. The smell of blood mingled with bodily waste, released by the terrified group.
The line shuffled onward, toward the screams, toward the stench. One moved back, instinct taking over from fear; he was rewarded with jolts of electricity that ripped through his body. There was no escaping the Abattoir’s blade, at least not for this little piggy. (word count 69)
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