The Witch Doll

After my arch-rival stole my project, I found a witch doctor to make a voodoo doll in his likeness, planning to use it to vent my frustration. The moment I held it, a string of comments flashed across my vision. [Heh heh, our girl finally got Holden’s empathy doll! This time, she’s going to make him really feel it.] [You bet! Every prick our girl makes on that doll will be a thrill for Holden. He’ll probably run out of clean underwear tonight!] My hand, holding the doll, froze. Holden Urie and this doll are linked by empathy? Is the witch doctor playing such a high-stakes game? Doubtful, I decided to video call Holden. The moment the call connected, I accurately jabbed the little doll in a… specific spot. Immediately, a muffled groan came from the other end. Watching his face flush scarlet, I couldn’t help but exclaim. “The witch doctor truly didn’t lie! Holden, you’re done for!”