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You run a hand through your hand, a smile on your face. Below you, the girl screams, and you chuckled, brushing away a stray piece of blonde hair. Her grey eyes looked panicked, and you smile again as she struggles against her restraints.

“Shh shh shh,” you coo, stroking her cheek with your thumb. “It’ll be over soon, don’t worry, ‘En.” The girl whines, and you shake your head, walking over to your table, picking up the small glass vile, shaking it to make sure the liquid inside hadn't gone stale and developed film.

Humming as she attempts to scream against the rope in her mouth, you open the small glass container, opening the plastic lid and sticking a finger inside the vial as you wak over. She flinches away and you chuckle.

"Nuh uh," You say, setting the vial next to the box you had purchased at walmart for seven dollars and fifty-five cents. Always low prices indeed.

Picking up the scissors from their place on the table, you lift her hair, admiring the softness, the sheen. Too bad that wouldn't last for long. You press the cool metal of the scissors against the soft strings of hair, and snip.

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