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The Devil Made Dot 5

One last victim she must have today. His brother had taken his own life and he was ashamed of the desire to follow suit. His heart was broken but so was his brain he wouldn’t let the darkness get him too. Until Dot saw him. She lay her whip softly around his neck and sang a sweet lullaby as the bladed edges slowly squeezed into his skin. He tried to sob, but the grief cut into throat and feathering breath was all his broken heart could manage. Dot rested a tired head on his burned shoulder and they shared the inky black misery together.

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