I read horror stories, sometimes write them; I even like horror films, and these stories and films are usually are graphically violent, grisly, bloody but rarely nausauting. But, they're fiction. This is reality.
What that little girl endured for such a short-time on this planet makes me wonder at humanity, how someone could be so cruel, so callous, so fucking cuntish, makes me just shake my head and wish that, if I ever met them, I'd have a claw hammer handy...
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