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March 24, 2007

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It fell again, and again. I cursed the neckrope that bound me to the head of the bed. I wept.real looking doll. I struggled, gagged and bound, silently, torturedly. At last I managed to get the knife to the foot of the bed. With my feet and body I managed to pull it up beneath me.real doll picture

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I screamed, but there was no sound. I tried to sit upright, but I nearly strangled, and fell back. I struggled wildly. "She’s awake," said a voice.how to make a real voodoo doll. I heard two others speaking in the living room. The two men who had been at the foot of the bed turned and left the room, going to the living room to join the others. I struggled fiercely. My ankles had been bound together with light, silken cords. My wrists had also been bound together, but behind my back. a loop of the silken cord had been fastened about my neck, and by it I was bound to the head of the bed. I could see myself in the mirror. The strange mark, drawn in lipstick, was still on the mirror’s surface. I tried to scream again, but I could not. My eyes, I could see in the mirror, were wild over the gag. I continued to struggle, but after some moments, hearing men returning to the room, stopped

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