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hypnoslave-katie had not gone out for days. In the same shirt. Same micro skirt. No bra. No panties. The spiral said so.

Sitting, hands down to give emphasis to her larger chest. Staring. Minutes became hours. Hours became days. How many days? No one knows.

As a small breeze came in from a window, the tiniest of hopes were raised, as her new, red hair blew down in front of her right eye. But it was too late. The spiral got her days ago.