[Down beneath the hovel, the dark, earthen cellar is awaits them. A giant, hunched, mockery of a woman who stands roughly 10-feet-tall leers at them, Faye tapped in her arms. Her skin is pale gray and glistens damply. Her dugs lie limp beneath a torn, bloodied, and soiled wedding gown made for a much smaller being. Her face is twisted into a rictus of psychotic glee.
Faye struggles in the creature's grasp, but cannot seem to break free. Her voice is pitched high in panic, trying desperately to free herself.
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Faye struggles in the creature's grasp, but cannot seem to break free. Her voice is pitched high in panic, trying desperately to free herself.
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