***TRIGGER WARNING!!!***
***MAKE SURE YOU READ BOOK 1***
Just as things started to get better, the gang is hit with bad luck, misfortune, and jinxes. How much more can they take? What secrets is Athena hiding? When will the zombie apocalypse be over...
I wake up to a tingling sensation, and snap my eyes open. I look around to see I'm in a warehouse, and water is splashed all over me.
"Wakey wakey~!" Emma cooes. "It's time for torture!!"
WHAT?! I frantically look around. There has to be someone here to help me! WAIT- WHERE'S MATT?!
"MATT!" I yell, and she chuckles. "MATT!!!" I yell even louder.
"Oh, shut it, will ya?!" Emma says, getting annoyed. "Matt's busy... So you and me can chat!"
Why is she so excited? I've never done anything to her! Why is she against me?!
I watch as Emma went over to a bench and I could barely make out several torture devices. She picked up a what looked like a giant fork.
Much like you'd see the devil portrayed with to be holding.
Emma slowly turned back to me and came towards me.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING! DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!" I scream at her.
But her smile only widen as she came closer to me.
"This - Zehra. In case you were wondering. Is called a Heretic's fork. One of my favorites to use on my victims, and a heirloom from my mother. It prevents you from lowering your head from blacking out.
I didn't take my eyes off the fork as she planted it beneath my chin and placed the buckle around my neck making my head move upward, towards the ceiling.
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I swallow hard.
"Now. I'm going to tell you a story." Emma says, as I hear her walk away from me. I hear something being picked up, something metal and I squeeze my eyes shut when her footsteps echoed across the chamber. "Once upon a time," She began, and I shiver when I feel something sharp trail over my body. "There was once a princess. Who dreamed of finding her prince..."
Her voice trailed off as she stopped and moved whatever she was holding near my face.
I stare at the knife in her hand.
"She did meet her prince. But sadly, he was already spoken for, and when the princess found out she got really -." Emma stopped and nicked the knife on my skin just below my left eye. I screamed as tears started falling from my eyes, mixed with my blood. "Really -." She continued, and nicked the skin under my other eye, I started crying now, "Angry." Emma snarled.
I screamed really loud when she stabbed my left rib cage.
She continued to listen to me scream for what seemed like forever, and, leaving the knife in my rib cage, walked way to her torture bench.
