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DeathDoll Entry 5

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Doll had been riding for a while through New Flagstaff , when the sight of severed heads placed crudely on stakes stopped her. Stepping off the bike she drew her gun , the eyes in the decomposing heads had been gouged out and there broken bodies littered the ground, most had been stabbed repeatedly then burned.

Next to the bodies written on a large wooden sign was a message written in blood “Beware the Boogyman”, she traced a hand over the letters, the blood still cold and sticky to the touch.

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DeathDoll Entry 4

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The man smiled, tracing a finger through the girls hair, moving his hands to grip her hips, “Like I said, I can imagine it must get lonely”, Doll tilted her head smiling at him, while she moved her hips to grind into his hands.

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DeathDoll Entry 3

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“Dead men working a sinner a saint
Mixing up a pail of paint
Painted the house, black as night
When the sun came up the house was white

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Slipping me away from you

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She leans against the door frame smoothing down her short skirt “a more secluded place he had said” it wasn’t every day she invited a sadistic killer into her home atleast not everyday scanning the area she finally sees him ride up on his motorcycle as a  smile crosses her face as she looks up to meet his grey eyes “Sorry ..People were starting to irritate me back there all the chatter”

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DeathDoll Entry 2

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Doll sat watching the sun slip between the mountain tops as the wind caressed the trees, and all she could think of was the man, the one who had tortured her, the one who had made her feel so vulnerable again, it angered her to no ends, and each night she slept she pictured his face laughing down at her so filled with hate so filled with confidence that she was his victim, she his prey, her fists clenched at the thought of it.

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DeathDoll Entry 1

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Doll sits looking at the man in the corner, he’s curled up into a ball shivering and shaking she watches him her eyes glow in the small dark room as the sounds of small whimpers fill the air, she smiles glancing over to the professor he looks to her and nods, she crawls closer to the man a small black vial in her hands he backs up as close to the wall as he can get fear plain in his eyes.

 

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