She’s absolutely soaked!”
“That’s right darling. Your dead. The subject is wearing a strapless black bodycon dress and a pair of black heels. You’ed been their pregnant teen daughter, a knocked-up hooker, a pregnant wife beaten by her husband, you’ed been it all. You attempt to turn your head to the side, but to your surprise nothing happens. Is that blood? The subject is wearing a strapless black bodycon dress and a pair of black heels. Occasionally, they would put a chicken in a water balloon and shove it up inside you, and pretended you were pregnant. Doesn’t appear to be any source though. Why couldn’t you remember? The woman, meanwhile, was gently stroking your hair and face. They smuggled you out in a cooler and kept you in their personal walk-in freezer at home. It’s obvious you’re lying on your back, staring upward as florescent lights and beige polystyrene fly past. “This is Doctor Nicole Wesson, I am now preforming an examination of Jane Doe 277-D.”
The shock hits you like a train. “Oh my!” The man exclaims, “you got yourself a tight little piece right here!
