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Satan, both a puppet and a master, in a room full of felt, yarn, thread, fabric. He puts a silver charm in my hand, a round dog tag or something. I'm dressed like an asshole in some Dorothy/Alice in wonderland thing. Even curls. I pin it to a wall along with various other charms which I can only assume were gifts from him. My main man. (Before this he was chainsawing through grocery store employees in order to prove his love for me; I was the only survivor, blood-soaked and lying at his feet). All of the sudden I realize I'm about to be killed. I run, in slow motion, down to the front door. For some reason I just decide, fuck it, let him go at it and I slip down to the bottom of the stairs. He throws the charm and it burns through my body. He's posing as a wolf and I'm dead and I love it.