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Skin Deep #41


Marcus screamed so loudly as to wake the dead, although the dead youth in the bedroom declined to stir. And yet the itching continued after he’d stripped his skin from his flesh. No skin to be saved; no flesh to remain unexposed. And the heat of the shower was burning that flesh, compounding his agony.

With a last burst of rational thought, Marcus ran out of the shower, now clogged with folds of torn skin, trailing more skin, into Rufus’s room. He sat, rammed the skullcap on his bleeding head, turned the machine’s settings to maximum intensity and switched on...

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