CHAPTER 10: SOUL COLLECTOR..................
Beautiful.
Pres was busy tugging at the postman’s soul. Muscles and skin stretched to breaking, bones nearly splitting. A living man would have died from such horrific injuries. No such luck for the postman; he was already dead.
The black glue-like substance Pres secreted from his anal glands was put to good use, spread like a quick-drying glaze all over the painfully-stretched physique of the postman’s ghost. The poor soul would have been screaming were it not for the fact that his lower jaw had been ripped off and firmly glued to the bottom of his fused feet, serving as a strap by which he would later be hung upside-down on a wall stalactite when not in use. Arms were crushed and permanently glued to his now solidified torso, flesh of his s
