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For those of you who have forgotten, Indigo's father "Spade" (as his victims know him) is this asshole here.
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So if it wasn't clear enough from the story, this is a direct sequel to the previous Indigo pic.
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For those curious about the progression of events here, the first pic is about 20 minutes into this, while the second is around 3 hours.
Just as a quick PSA though, don't actually do this for any significant amount of time in real life, your partner/victim will die from blood pooling in their head, among other things...
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