(CONTENT WARNING: PARASITES, GORE, DEATH, ETERNALLY RECURRING DEATH, SELF-HATRED, ABUSE, ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS, 
                  (UNETHICAL) MEDICAL/SCIENCE EXPERIMENTS (FAKE SCIENCE AS SADISTIC MURDER))
(I hope that's everything that needs to be warned for)


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"Fragment 4444"

Through tears, she whispers softly, "I'm okay, I'm okay... I deserve this," as the hideous bio-crystalline spikes of the unearthly parasite erupt 
through her blood-stained fur, eyes shut in pain that has become no more bearable for this being her 4,444th death

The mole "scientist" Josephine, labcoat hanging open, panting in clear arousal as she tries and largely fails to seem calm, detached, scientific, smiles her unsettling 
smile behind her gleaming spectacles. "My one and only, my immortal void... my dear, stupid little test subject beaver bitch. Of course you do. Why say what's always been obvious?"

Her mouth is leaking some mix of drool, blood and incandescent slime as the last flicker of life vanishes from her eyes

Josephine almost chuckles to herself. "Take heart, my love. Horrid thing. I will say it as many times as you will die: you are useful at last"