Date: April 21st, 2024 9:44 AM Author: Abusive garrison fat ankles
The nails would almost surely cause lacerations on my scalp. There are a lot of capillaries up there too. So I'd probably start bleeding profusely. I can see it now. My hairs sticking together with the blood, the coppery smell rising up and masking my otherwise unpleasant body odors. The blood begins to drip on the ground. I slip in it, falling to the ground. I hit my head on the bottom step of the staircase. That's it. I slowly bleed out. I am dead. Goodnight sweet prince.