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Admiral Baylanche's eminent weapon powered all the way up and began to extract her soul; sucking it out like a liquid into a syringe and with Molly just floating there screaming and crying on. She had her arms stretched out and her hair was waving about.
Her soul started to leave her; white but glittery just as Vera said, like small little diamonds sparkling in the sun.
It felt just like when the chasens would suck her soul out but this was different. This was more. Before she felt like even though the chasens sucked her soul out there was some of it that remained but this time that wasn't the case, she felt like all of it was being pulled out together with her internal organs. Like someone had stuck a huge straw down her throat and began sucking out all of her insides with it. Molly thought she knew pain but that was her greatest pain thus far. A pain that spread across her entire body. She felt like she was being stabbed repeatedly by massive knives all over her bo
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