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Bibbidy Bobbity FUCK YOU: with a-bell-through-the-night
Diaval's long lanky legs stretched out, his black clad body taking up all of the available bed space. Letting out a long groan, the familiar began to whine to his witch.
"You never let me fly anymore. I'm gonna die cooped up on two legs." It wasn't true, he'd just been flying through the house the previous day, cawing and preening with glee. "C'mon Rhiaaaa... don't you like my feathers? You said they were sexy."
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Jude hadn't been a patient long, they had just let her out of solitaire earlier today and she had walked into the common room with her head held high. She went in there and took everything that the others had to give her. She knew that she deserved the ridicule and mockery. That part didn't even bother her.
What actually hurt Jude was the fact that she had failed. The devil was still torturing that young innocent woman and hurting the others. These people were still getting used by the ex-Nazi for experiments. Because of her, these people were still suffering. And she was the one who had brought the devil here in the first place, she knew it had to have been her.
All of these thoughts circled her mind and made her only want to be alone. There was so much going on it was exhausting both mentally and emotionally and all she wanted was to be able to hear herself think for a few minutes without someone shouting at her or watching her. Her back leaned against the cold, cement wall of the small closet and she allowed her body to slide down to the floor.
"I can't do this anymore," she softly said to herself as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall.
Just a Pair of Shoes
Cordelia walked downstairs with a rush, trying to find the pair of shoes that were missing from her closet. She had already asked many of the girls, but as she entered the living room and found the young woman sitting on the couch with her shoes on she let out a sigh. "Where exactly you got those?"
"So this really disgusting guy hit on me at the bar last night. I've never been so grossed out. What makes men like that think they even have a chance with girls like us?"
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