The next victim of the heart's revenge was a small girl with a father long gone to the world without her. Missing her daddy was almost painful enough to rival Dot’s discomfort. But not quite enough. The whip broke skin and she screamed in so much anguish she could see Dot’s dangerous face peaking through the sanity she held to for so long. Not any more. Now the devil’s little angel had friends to suffer with her. Having no other cure, but the slow waltzing passage of time. The scary little girl twirled her pigtails and laughed.
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