act nine, scene two

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TAG, YOU'RE IT

our darling crybaby didn't know how long she was captured for. she didn't even know where she was. all she knew is that she wanted to get out.

she sat in the damp room, unfed and cold. her dress was thick with moisture, but her throat was dry from all her screaming.

"can anybody hear me?" she whispered, rocking back and fourth. "am i talking to myself?" melanie laughed at the idea, growing hysterical.

"eenie meenie miney moe," she sang shakily, growing louder. "catch a lady by her toe, if she screams don't let her go."

"will you shut up?!" the man burst into her new room, a look of pure fury on his face.

melanie, not knowing what else to do, began to cry and repeat the only other words she had heard him say.

"tag, you're it. tag, you're it."

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