In that space, there was so much screaming here that I mistakenly thought it was hell.
Down from the neck of the man, full of creativity.
There were no nails, fingers bent to those who should not, arms bent where they were not joints, bones thrust through, intestines popping out of his belly.
When she sees it, the woman screams, her face turning bright blue and trembling.
"Well, it's your turn next"
Turn to the woman, Patrick grinning niggly.
Marianne loses her mind, but when she spears her back, she wakes up in pain and screams.
Patrick was breaking Marianne's leg, making sure she couldn't run, and then even throwing a stone at Marianne trying to escape with her arms alone.
Every time I hear a bishy noise, I hear a woman groaning, her face already turning purple and swollen, blood dripping from her nose.
"Pitcher, shake it up ~ I threw it!
I hear groans,
"Strike"
Looks a little fun, Patrick's voice.
One second after that, Patrick picks up a stone and throws it.
I hear women screaming again.
Marianne falls powerless, losing her temper to escape.
As Patrick approached Marianne, he stepped on his face and
"Ooh! Pig! You've been scattered, haven't you? If I did, they'd be ready to do it back, wouldn't they? What do you say we give him a potion and start over from scratch? Like you did!
"Please, forgive me..."
"When I said that, you, what was it?
Yeah, well, do you think people hear bug wishes, etc? So I'm not going to ask for a pig's wish? "
The three people watching from a short distance said they were trembling as they let their back teeth clatter.