The Witch's Doll ⚢

Chapter 12

Alessandra's life had always been chaotic and disturbing. It was an ordinary day in Alessandra's life where she had been reading the black ancestral tome in her spare time. Enjoying as she marveled at its information of millions of methods and ways to curse people. Such as instant painless deaths, slow gruesome deaths, excruciating torture, and puppetry. Alessandra's favorite would be the curse her ancestors were known for.

Barang and Kulam, the spells were called. To infest the victim's body with insects and to inflict illness. She had attempted to use the curses to a random rat she caught days ago and failed to accomplish such a task early on.

Frustrated, Alessandra started with simple spells. In time, when she harnessed the energy and the endurance she can endeavor another high-tier spell.

Gone were those short happy days.

At this present moment, Alessandra spiraled into despair at her failed attempt to kill one blonde girl.

She fantasized about how to kill her endlessly and painlessly so many times that she could derive pleasure from it. Alessandra could kidnap her, trap her into a remote location, starve her to death, then flay her alive slowly, or even twist her fingers in ways unimaginable.

Her favorite fantasy so far was killing the Brit's loved ones in front of her as she begged for mercy.

"Kinky, my dear, you're just like your grandmother in that aspect."

Alessandra was aggravated that sometimes Loa would read her mind without permission. Not to mention that only she can hear Loa talk was plenty annoying. It's annoying because every so often an ancient spirit trapped inside a doll can be lonely and would often talk hours and hours to her when Alessandra was in a middle of a fantasy or when she was busy listening to the professor or writing down her essays for class.

"Had I mentioned that your great-grandmother would have sex with her victims before killing them?"

Loa would often talk about the glory of the old days and how she loved how eccentric Alessandra's matrilineal ancestors were. The doll would even let out a rant of criticisms about young people nowadays leaving paganism and forming religions about resurrecting humans or fallen angels who became demons.

Alessandra had also been exasperated, debating whether to discuss the hair problem with Evonnie or the fact that the Japanese girl had been busy texting on her phone ever since classes ended.

Nevertheless, she just watched as Evonnie's faces light up the second she received a phone message.

Since both girls didn't belong to a club, they both headed out of school and decided to have dinner at a Eurasian affordable tea shop called Hallowed Grounds and Leaves. Alessandra was in no mood to cook and they did have extra cash. The shop would put American Hot Topic to shame with the unique and weird things they sell. The antiques and second hands as well were marvelous. They even have repair and maintenance services. If Alessandra was lucky, she would be able to buy grotesque collections for a sweet deal.

"You may not have noticed but the shop is dedicated to the sale of different magical items as well."

"You got me the wrong hair," Alessandra said, bluntly, pushing Loa's thoughts away.

"Ah... finally you started a conversation with her." Loa chimed in. "Sometimes it's annoying when your head is filled with thoughts because only I can hear them. If I hear another thought about your lust for revenge for the Cecil girl I will—"