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<div class="text-justify">She awoke to a Dantesque scene. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">Her bruised body, surrounded by torn corpses. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">She felt no pity or disgust, only a crushing certainty: the inner beast that the drug had unleashed had slaughtered her attackers.</div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">He relived the moments before like a blurred dream. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">The car pulling up, the dragging into that house, the greedy hands tearing at his clothes. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">Then the darkness as his dark side was unleashed.</div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">She had to get away before the hunters found her. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">She would leave the city, escaping the consequences of that fateful night. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">A tear rolled down her cheek as she realised that her life, as she knew it, was over.</div><P/>