Peppermill II
Playing for Keeps
Garret's body stood suspended in the air, perfectly still, his chest cavity torn open and his ribs bent outward at an unnatural angle. His expression was frozen in the half-hearted smirk he'd worn at the moment when he was abruptly silenced, though his eyes still seemed to track with my movements.
I took the doll—which looked like something midway between Betty Spaghetti and the Bride of Chucky—and placed it inside Garret's chest next to his still-beating heart. The ribs curled around it, snapping back into their shape, and Garret's body fell to the floor with a flat thud.
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