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BIANCA HAD BEEN WAITING for the opportunity to practice on a voodoo doll in public. For this particular voodoo doll, she convinced the dry cleaner Mason Arnault used into selling her one of his shirts. She paid the dry cleaner handsomely for the shirt. Mason probably never noticed a shirt missing. He had plenty there for her to choose from.
She also paid the barber, Harvey Ortego, extra money to save her a lock of hair from Mason Arnault. Harvey was the barber that all the prestigious men here used. Since moving back home, she had been paying him to save hair clippings for her voodoo dolls. She also made the same request with another beautician. It added an authenticity to the dolls that her customers demanded. Now, if the person whose hair she used suffered some ill effects it was a bonus for her. It meant that her powers were strengthening.
Bianca studied Mason Arnault’s movements these last few days to ascertain the best time to try her plan. The man was habitual to say the least. Every day he walked into Café Orleans at seven o’clock in the morning and ordered the same thing; a café au lait with skim milk and a beignet, hold the powdered sugar. He may say he was trying to cut back all he wanted, but his buttons were at their breaking point. At any minute, Bianca felt that one would break free and ricochet across the café.
She arrived at the coffee shop fifteen minutes early. After she ordered her café au lait and beignets with powdered sugar, she found a seat in the back corner of the café. She needed to stay hidden as much as possible, but she still wanted to be near to witness this first hand.
Once settled at the table, she placed her large purse on her lap so that she could easily maneuver the voodoo doll while keeping it out of the patrons’ sight. A sinister smile formed across her face when he entered the café. She waited for him to place his order and sit down before playing with him.
She started off with something simple. Bianca took some powdered sugar and dropped it onto the front of the doll’s pants. She watched in amazement as Mason became annoyed with sugar on his pants. He brushed them off the best he could and surveyed the table to see where the sugar came from. She let out a soft giggle when he picked up his beignet and not only looked at it, but shook it against the napkin to see if there was any sugar on it.
Next, she picked up her straight pen and poked him in the shoulder. He winced and grabbed his shoulder. This was working better than she’d imagined.
She took the pin and jabbed him in the back, harder this time. She could barely control her joy when he gasped and reached for his back. Yes, this would work.
Mason Arnault got up to leave. Before he left, there was one more experiment she wanted to try. She took the voodoo doll in her hands, grasped one arm firmly and removed the arm. She watched in amazement as Mason Arnault’s arm fell to the ground as he walked out the door. He immediately howled in pain as blood gushed out from the spot where his arm had been attached to his body.
Bianca was quite pleased with herself. Her powers were definitely strengthening. She couldn’t wait to share her findings and see who to make a voodoo doll of next. With this new torture added to their arsenal, they could make their enemies’ deaths quick, or slow and painful. He could do various things to his enemies’ bodies without being near them. All she needed was a lock of their hair and a piece of clothing.