Your gaze scan the room, a glimmer in the light brings your attention to a knife, laying on the floor.

 

You go for it, snagging it up and swing it at the wolf.

 

Caught by surprise, you clive a gouge across the wolf’s left eye. It drops the child, leaps back and growls.

 

Yet the wolf’s not growling at you… it’s growling at the girl.

 

As you glance down, the little princess glances up at you and the sight freeze you in place.

 

She is smiling, her eyes black holes, crying black oil.

 

Her mouth is filled with serrated teeth, pieces of flesh and what look like gown fabric is stuck in them.

 

 

She was the end to the tea party, she ate the other princesses and now she ate you…

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Boo-Hoo, Chuck.

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Do you like Death…

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Does it taste good, Chuck?