Asking for It

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Her hand was kissed, so they cut it off. Her leg was grabbed, so they cut it off. They sliced until the only part left was her head, floating among the bruise-dark flotsam of the sea. She giggled. 

No one dared to take the faint, untouchable glow from her eyes.

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