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God I wish Haruka would just gently poke my eyes out with a fork while I lay bound on a table. All I could know is the sound and heat coming off from an unknown device. She'd proceed to make happy reindeer noises as she took out her hatchet. Chop, and the the hatchet sinks into my stomach. Chop. Chop. Chop.
She props the skillfully made hole open, which exposes my innards.
I begin to feel heat as she rattles about. She pours molten lead all over my innards. I feel her loving liquid load fill the emptyness inside me. She smiles. She is perfect.
