.She could smell his fear like black piss river;
like knotted balls of worms rolling in the smouldering ruins of an abbatoir.
Like suicide in Menstrual Lake.
Like the open graves of Hell.
She could smell it as she gripped the knife and held it to his neck.
She could smell his fear .
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