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You lay your weary head to rest, letting all of the accumulated stress of the day simply melt off of you. It's been a long day, and you feel especially drained, down there in particular. You give a fleeting thought to why Isabella never notices anything.

But then there's a noise.

You're shocked enough to rise halfway out from under the covers before coming to your senses. It's just something bumping against the outside wall, you realize. You sigh and lay back down. Then your cabin starts to rumble. You leap from the bed and look around. All of the walls are now shaking as something impacts them repeatedly. What could possibly be doing this?

You look out of the window, and baby eyes stare back at you.

No, no this can't be happening. Oh, gods above, you don't deserve this. The banging around the door starts to intensify, and you frantically search for something that could save you, but you already know what's coming. You can do nothing but moan in despair as the hinges squeak once, twice, and then break. A horde of ghostly infants floods the room. You notice that each of them has a pair of pristine white wings—God must have sent them from Heaven to punish you.

You hold up your hands, but two of them quickly take hold of your arms, and the rest begin tearing at your [armor]. You sob and beg, but your pale arbiters haven't even said their first words, so your pleading is meaningless. You feel them spread your cheeks with their stubby little fingers, and no matter how much you try to clench, you know what's about to happen.

The first baby cock spears you and proceeds to ream your [asshole]. The little guy finishes mercifully quickly—you can't imagine what stamina a baby is supposed to have—but another one replaces him immediately. You're passed through a succession of infantile defilers, until your ass is looser than this mod's content standards.

Finally, each one has had their fill, and you hang your head, letting out grateful tears that your torment is at long last over. But then you feel a tugging. The babies split off into four groups that latch onto one limb each[if (istaur) {, the disdainful looks they give to your back legs more of a disgrace than the earlier rape|[if (singleleg) {, and you're none too enthused about what they've chosen for the fourth}]}]. The vengeful spirits then start to pull out you, causing your joints to sear with pain.

You scream until your throat turns raw, but still they pull. Your muscles rip, and your bones crack, and you can't even manage to pass out to spare yourself the agony. With one final heave, all of your arms and legs pop off at once, covering the babies in your blood. The walls of your room are absolutely coated in gore as they let your abused torso flop to the floor.

Your last sight as your vision fades is the babies lifting your limbs up and into the sky, bearing them away to parts unknown. Huh, so that's how they stock the debug menu.