The Devil will end you, the Devil will end you, the Devil will end you.
Jane whispered slowly, as instructed.
She stared at the candle-lit photo on the table in front of her, as instructed. She focused on his cheating face.
“You’ll know if it has worked, dear,” the shopkeeper had told her.
Jane closed her eyes. “The devil will end you, Max Haggins.”
Not as instructed.
A sharp pain shot through her stomach and everything went warm. Her limp body was raised up from the floor. A cold whisper trickled into her ear.
The Devil ends you.