Living mannequin

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Third person POV

They entered the dressmakers house with their pitchfork and torches, she will not leave this house alive and her corrupted soul will not leave this house. The second party heard female screams in the room where the first party was and rushed in to make sure she dies. Her screams were ones of pain yet a decent note of satisfaction, they're pitchfork pierced her body with no mercy leaving nothing to escape but her disgusting witch blood. She finally stopped screaming with every blow from the pitchfork, she was dead as a coffin. They dropped their torches as they ran, watching in satisfaction as the house burnt down, they all left, never to look back, back to see the house growing back, looking as though not a single foot had stepped foot in its halls

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