Jezebeth's screams echoed through the house. Her father stormed into her room, his face red with anger. "What is the meaning of this?" he bellowed, pointing at the mess on her floor. "What are you playing at, Girl?"

"I-I didn't do it!" Jezebeth sobbed.

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But her father wasn't listening. "You've been nothing but trouble lately," he said, shaking his head. "Maybe your mother's right. Maybe we should send you off for a while."

Jezebeth barely heard him. Her eyes were fixed on the doll, now perched on her father's shoulder. Its head tilted slightly, as if mocking her.

When Jebediah left the room, the doll remained. Jezebeth's resolve finally broke. She grabbed Sarah Lee Wonder by its porcelain neck, her fingers trembling with fury.

"You won't torment me anymore," she hissed.