The discomfort she felt was not a result of his touch or even the overly tight metal restraints that cut into her flesh. It wasn’t even that she had been tortured for days upon the slab, unable to move. These were all traumas, to be sure, but nothing was as unsettling as the goat that had been watching the entire time. When the tormentor finally left, the goat came out of the shadows and climbed on top of her, staring deep into her soul with its terrible goat eyes. As the goat lowered itself, she remained transfixed in its gaze, utterly unaware that the goat’s head merely covered a man’s.

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