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My wish was not fulfilled, and no lightning struck from the sky, but still, the dark clouds clustered thickly and thunder rolled incessantly.
I felt as if I were suffocating, for no matter how hard I tried, I could not breathe. Perhaps the corpse would not rest until it had strangled me to death, especially since I had enraged the doll on its chest. It's said that you don't hit a man in the face, yet I not only struck it but also tore the skin around its mouth.
Even if it wanted to repair itself, it likely couldn't, unless it could tear off a piece of skin from somewhere else to place by its mouth.
My eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets, not because I saw something unbelievable, but because I was being strangled. I stared desperately at the face on the corpse's chest, wishing for lightning to turn it to ash.
Wait, lightning?
