She Shall Not Go To The Ball by Green M Wills
I did it with an apple with the first one and it went wrong. I have used a pumpkin for the second one. She thought I was her Fairy-Godmother, her saviour. As the pumpkin is reversing back to its normal size, with her inside, I’m glorying in her screams, enjoying the sight of her running blood, mingled with the orange juice of the pumpkin. There will be no ball for this one, no Prince Charming, no happy ending, only her crushed bones, her sightless eyes! I am winning…
Now don’t lie to me, Mirror, who is the fairest of them all?
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