You can just about see her grin through the melting flesh gradually obscuring more and more of her face as her snow-white skull is bared to the world. Her fingers are limp and facing all the wrong ways as she holds a dripping hand out towards your shaking body.
You extend a hand in kind, not entirely knowing whys as your eyes dart about trying to find the exit among the steam coming from all the pipes she broke to reach you. As her flesh falls to the floor one single finger bone falls into your sweaty open palm and she nods, satisfied, and retreats back into the steam and gloom.
You keep her finger bone safe and close to you at all times as if it were made of gold or diamonds. If anyone else knew about it then they'd surely but two-and-two together, matching the mutilated body that was found the day after you saw her and the finger bone she was missing.
She seemed so very alive when you aw her. So very alive and so very inhuman as she smiled through what must have been agony and no, it wasn't a grimace, there wasn't even the tiniest trace of discomfort on her features. She looked overjoyed like she was sharing a gift.
You dread looking in mirrors just in case you see your face beginning to melt as her gift takes you too.
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