I missed this week's prompt, and had a good one too, but decided to post it anyway.
This atrocious soul once thought to be heavenly, wisked her away from a night of festivities. She now found herself strapped to a chair, her lips bound by leather and her life hanging by the roll of a die.
She yearned for a miraculous seven, but a roll of six landed on her destiny.
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