Page 90 of Pretty Stolen Dolls
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The door slams shut and the lock kicks into place.
No.
Thud.
Thud.
Dark, haunting pits of hell look in at me. And the ice-cold voice that could freeze the sun fills my ears from the little bars separating us.
“Welcome home, dirty little doll.”
The End
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