Rohan, who had been approaching her, stopped. He scowled darkly and clutched his chest. Black blood trailed down his nose, and he wiped it off with his gloved finger, staring at it impassively.
"It's been a long time since I felt the pinch of pain," he said. "How did you do it?"
"Since the day I heard about your release, I have been working on this with everything in me. This doll is you, and you are in my hands now. Beg me for mercy, and I might show it to you," she said arrogantly, confident now that the doll was connected to him like she had hoped.
She had killed many people with this method, and this method had worked on even spirits and ghosts. Rohan Dagon, like she had dreaded, wasn't an exception. It seemed her hard work to kill and be free of him would go through tonight.
