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Disturbance #115


It squirmed inside my head, trying to make room for itself.
A fleeting sensation: Chay hated me.
Soft and sticky, it writhed and thrashed and I knew exquisite torture as it ate away at my brain.
Another: Farmer wanted me dead.
I felt the agony of every bite, so extreme I was paralysed into a blind silence.
Another: I served no purpose.
Every movement it made pushed against the soft backs of eyeballs, forcing them out of my head. It's tail slid down into my throat and I gagged as it twitched there.
Finally: there was no future for me.

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