After sanding the first layer of my nails, Amanda pulled out her tiny tool that pushed back the cuticles.
I smiled as she pressed them back, the sting almost painful enough for me to pull my hand back.
As she pushed back the center cuticle, I couldn’t help it. I reached over, pulling the small flaps of skin.
Amanda watched as the skin pulled from my finger, up my arm, through my neck, and over my head. She watched as my skin suit unzipped, and the real me was revealed.
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Anjolene Bozeman
Hello, I love creating the most unsettling content you could think of to read. Short Horrors are my favorite genre to write, but I also write reviews and occasional love stories.
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