The Night-Cellar. Then she was out of the door and running, fast. Waving a white flag, naturally. Detention would mean coming home late, which spelled distraction and trouble on the night of a kill. She thrashed and screamed as he wrestled her back towards the bed. "Ah!" he exclaimed, as the painting was turned towards him. “How dare you!” she panted, with her world screaming and grimacing insult at her.
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