But she couldn't stop the agonizing spewing.
Her face and neck turned crimson from the extreme pain,
and the veins beneath her skin were like enraged Fire Dragons,
twisting and struggling, clearly visible in the dark.
The girl clawed helplessly at the ground, her ten fingers digging fiercely into the dirt,
trying to wrench a sliver of hope from the cold, hard earth.
Her eyes were bloodshot.
Her once-clear pupils were now filled with terror and helplessness,
resembling two deep Blood Pools, emanating an aura of despair.
She strained to lift her head, looking toward the crowd of equally terrified people,
her lips trembling slightly as she tried to cry for help.
But the gray-brown liquid that gushed from her mouth like a torrent
mercilessly drowned her faint, mosquito-like cries
in a cacophony of horrific noise.
The gray-brown liquid
poured from the girl's mouth in an endless, unceasing stream.
Watching the liquid gush from her delicate body,
