"You're next!"
The scream tore through the air, piercing the night with its piercing scream. The sound of flesh ripping, bone crunching, and squealing metal was the soundtrack to the scene. And it wasn't just any scene, it was the climax of the film, the final scene.The last scene of the first chapter of The Boyfriend Factory. The sisters, Krew and Bluefox, were coming for me. They were running through the factory, crushing each other like a pack of animals in a stampede. One of them grabbed my arm and the other my leg, and we rolled across the floor together.The noise was deafening, the squealing metal and the roaring flesh, it was all too much. I bit through my nails, clawing at anything that resembled a man, trying to keep from being crushed under the weight of two girls. My eyes were big as saucers, my mouth wide open, gasping for air like a fish out of water. "Stop!Stop!" I screamed, but they didn't listen. They kept running into each other, knocking each other down, and then getting back up again, cause that's what sisters do. They fought over my body, ripping my skin and eventually ripping open my chest, my heart, my lungs. They weren't stopping until I was dead or they ran out of time. "Ouch!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face, body thrashing, teeth grinding, "It hurts! It hurts!" "Shut up and prepare for what’s coming Die! DIE!" they screamed, ripping my arms and legs apart, my body twitching and twitching, like a dying fish, until finally I passed out. When I came to, I was in a bed, sheets and pillows soft against my skin, cool air brushing against my face. I sat up, my back aching, and looked around.The room was sparsely decorated, a few throw pillows on the couch and a small side table with a lamp and a book on it. There The room was dimly lit by a single lightbulb, the only source of illumination other than the dim glow of the computer screen on the night stand. It was a simple room, nothing fancy. It suited me just fine. I closed my eyes and breathed in the clean, crisp air, smelling the honeysuckle and the lilacs that lined the walls.I got out of bed, careful not to wake my sister, and made my way down the creaky wood stairs, careful not to spill my coffee, to the workshop. The smell of sawdust and metal brought back memories of my father, working in the workshop, building things with his hands. my coffee, to the workshop. The smell of sawdust and metal brought back memories of my father, working in the workshop, building things with his hands.
THE END?
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