Cut It Out

Content warning: gore (implied)
Originally published in Extreme Drabbles of Dread by Macabre Ladies Publishing

“Cut it out,” Liz pleaded.

The thing moved. Its jointed limbs pressed out against her belly from the inside, grotesquely distending her flesh. She screamed through gritted teeth.

“I can’t –” Kevin began.

“Please!” Tears streamed from her red-rimmed eyes.

“Shit. Okay.”

Kevin unzipped his backpack and dug around until he found what he needed.

A knife.

He dropped to his knees and opened the dull 3-inch blade. “Hold still, okay?”

Liz looked him in the eyes, begging. “I can feel it chewing,” she said with a terrified whisper.

Kevin grasped the knife tightly in his trembling hand.


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