Seventh Street

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February 3rd, 2019

Hello there my dear. You don't have fangs, now, do you? I'm just checking! It appears I made a mistake with my book's previous handler. Whoops! Now, I do know who you are Miss Walker. Daughter of dear old Mr. Watson. His funeral was peaceful I hope? Why, yes! I did know dear old dad! And guess what! I'm why he is dead! Oh don't even bother Sylvia. You won't find me. Better yet, you can't find me. It's impossible. I'm not in your world. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. I will not allow you to speak in that tone young lady. Mortimor, eat her tongue!

Ah. Much better. now you can truly listen to what I have to say my dear. Listen carefully now, you only have fourteen days to live. And I believe Mortimor has instructed you on what it means to be disrespectful. Would you stop making such obscene gestures? Honestly, your father was such a gentleman and yet you are so rude. I've only just given you you're death sentance.

Now I do know what you do in the night. That you stand on street corners in the dark. Waiting for the next John to pick you up. I know where your bruises come from, and your reason for wearing so much makeup. I know all. I know that you stand on the corner of Seventh St. and Pleasant. Your father would be so disappointed! In fact, even I'm disappointed. He gave his life protecting you. You should be grateful you slut.

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February 4th, 2019

I see you went out again last night. Are you certain that this is how you want to earn money? Sylvia I see you have already bled on my dear pet. It must be from your tongue. How did your, how should I say, client, respond to that? I bet he didn't know that that groan was your safe word. Did he at least pay you out of a law suit?

I can help you get revenge on him, miss. Would you appreciate some revenge on the man who didn't listen? You shake your head no, but I can see what's really inside you Sylvia. It's humanity, wanting revenge on those who have wronged you. And it feels so good when you finally get it. Such a stubborn foolish girl, still rejecting my offer. It doesn't matter Sylvia, you are still dying. You have thirteen days left. You're bound to be begging me to help you get revenge soon.

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February 5th, 2019

Aren't you just tired of me yet? I could get you your dignity back you know. I am aware that you spent all day cooped up inside. Why won't you let me help you, you silly girl? You must be aching for the taste of revenge, my dear. So why won't you just give in. You could die in peace knowing that the one who had wronged you was being punished! Let me give you justice and get out of your hair! Is that a nod I see? Meet him, meet him tonight. Don't get in his car, but sneak my book into his back seat. He will pay for what he's done to you Sylvia. Enjoy your twelve days left, my dear.

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