[he opened the door, and stepped in, movements quick and light and wishing once, just once he could do this thing with full control of himself. The anxious performance butterflies weren't exactly helping.
And then he saw the gruesome display of hanging meat and slapped a hand up to the mask's grinning mouth and tried, really tried not to vomit into it.]
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And then he saw the gruesome display of hanging meat and slapped a hand up to the mask's grinning mouth and tried, really tried not to vomit into it.]
Oh lord--Edward. You--you shouldn't do this.