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Shelly was about to kick some demon ass. If one of them tried to poke her one more time, she was seriously going to lose it. Hell, who was she kidding? She couldn’t freaking move. They could poke her all day long, and she’d have to lay there like a doll and take it.
The pain was still present. But for some reason, it seemed a little less intense. Perhaps all of her nerves had been burned away, and she was going numb. Numb would be good. She could live with numb.
Laying there as she was, unable to move or speak, Shelly had been doing a lot of thinking, reflecting. She was starting to realize her life hadn’t been full of much purpose, which annoyed her. What had she done in the eighteen years she’d been on earth? Nothing. Was that why she was currently burning in hell with demons pokin
