[Aaahhh...that's better. Mary lets out a breath and smiles sweetly. Or maybe it isn't sweet. Maybe it's a bit like Vanitas' smile: cruel and taunting and happy just to feel something writhe.]
That's better.
[In that stillness that accompanies his shock, Mary twists the knife.]
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That's better.
[In that stillness that accompanies his shock, Mary twists the knife.]