You look up in hope, but the woman is nowhere to be found. Above you, the boy has stopped moving, he seems almost in a trance. You scan the pull-up and see a small ruffling in it, she must be trapped. As if on queue, the pull-up sags down. You know her chance of surviving in there were almost none. But that becomes a guaranteed none when the boy is finished and he grabs the pull-up and squishes it around, giggling at the feeling, then sits down roughly. You feel awful, the smell kicks in overwhelming your senses and making the air thick. You turn to run when..
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