Music Recommendation: RV: 315 "L'estate": I. - Antonio Vivaldi
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Marceline's lips trembled in shock, and she didn't know how this could happen. She saw the bird peck on the witch's body, and the vampiress couldn't believe that her luck had run out.
The pain in her foot didn't reduce, and it only increased with every passing second.
She pulled the front of her dress. Unbuckling the shoe strap, she removed her cursed foot and felt like she could finally breathe from the tightness as her foot had swollen. She then carefully started to roll down the stocking, an inch at a time, and when she came right above her foot, she screamed in agony.
"AHH!" Marceline grit her teeth, her soul ready to escape from her body.
Not because of the pain alone but also the sight of one of her limbs. Pieces of her skin had stuck to her stocking and came off when she rolled the stocking and removed it.
