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Anastasia lay helplessly on the ground. Having lost all her magical powers, Anastasia, whose muscles had atrophied to the point of disappearance, was unable to move her body and had to allow Khan to torture her. Khan ripped open her blouse, exposing her soft and vulnerable, deeply sunken abdomen. Her skin was incomparably white, smooth and delicate. Reflecting the moonlight, her abdomen was like a plate of soft pudding, while her protruding and flaring ribs resembled the cups that held the pudding. Khan ordered Anastasia to suck her belly, and Anastasia complied. Her ribs flared out even more, her belly sunk even deeper, and even more vulnerable to blows. Khan poked Anastasia’s abdomen gently with the toe of his sharp shoe, and Anastasia’s abdomen rippled like a water bag. Khan, who had killed countless people, had never seen such soft human tissue, and that was because as the oldest witch to live for a thousand years, Anastasia’s body tissues and organs were very flaccid, incredibly soft and fragile. Khan then drove his foot deep into Anastasia’s abdominal and thoracic cavities. Anastasia had no muscle or fat tissue to cushion it, her fragile internal organs were crushed in the process. She opened her sensual, plump, rosy lips and begged Khan to let her go, but the brutal Khan not only didn’t stop, he even kept churning the tips of his shoes in Anastasia’s abdomen. In the midst of excruciating pain and internal bleeding, Anastasia passed out.
