Are you Worthy for Annabelle?

6 | Dying and Suffering is Different, Right?

Willow's beautiful smile appears on her face as she listens to the last piercing screams and last whimpers fade into the stars from her victims like a nursery rhyme being sung to a newborn.

I become visible, "You're worthy Willow. Come with me."

I release more spirits, controlling her mind to listen to my commands.

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We appear at my castle. Graves surround the entire castle. The graves all have names plastered on the front, following with big letters stating, "NOT WORTHY FOR ANNABELLE."

The rest of my castle is stunning with a grudge look to it.

The stone walls have a little mold, but it's kept at a minimum because of my ghost servants. There's stone pillars towering along the rim of the castle, my guards at the top of them, prepared to shoot anyone without a second of regret. There's a stone gate that's guarded with more of my guards, only letting in me, Willow, and our unpaid, overworked staff.

Willow follows me inside the castle, and I chuckle as she's shocked by the sight. There's stairs on the left corner, but the entire room is covered with Polaroid pictures of dead people, the Polaroid pictures almost forming the phrase, "Are you Worthy for Annabelle?"  It's missing three photos.

The rest of the first floor has a gigantic black, rough wooden table decorated with globs and spots of blood. There's also a ladder in the bottom right corner of the room which leads to the first floor of the basement, holding and torturing ghost and humans.

"E-excuse me.. where are we?"

A maniac chuckle escapes my lips, hungry for her fear. "Oh, sweet baby. Staying worthy for me is worse than death."

I snatch the two pictures in Willow's Polaroid camera, and I gently pull the other one out from my pocket taken by Charolette, blood dripping down the tips. I skip over to my Polaroid picture phrase, and I finish the phrase with the last three photos.

Instantly, the lights flash red, and the table only has two out of the six seats available, both heads of the table are free. The four other seats are taken by Elijah, Nolan, Finn, and Charolette's dead, bloody, and dissected bodies.

The table also has an array of unique, different food options, all from the dissected of course.

There's livers, pancreas, spinal cords, brains, hearts, and more presented across the table. They're all cooked a different way though, it was a special request of mine. Some are fried, covered in graham cracker and chocolate sauce, grilled, baked, raw, wrapped in a tortilla, and really anything you can name. I wanted to make sure there's a variety for my wonderful, worthy Willow.

I smile as my baby's eyes widen with shock. I clip a collar onto her neck followed by a leash, so I can make sure she doesn't cheat, and she follows her new rules.

"W-what the fuck..-"

I peck her cheek and then start licking my lips, excited for our meal of dissected rocked, nobodies, and dead duos.

I slide Willow into the open chair at the head of the table. I kneel next to her and massage her thigh, "It'll be okay sweet girl, eat up."

"W-what.. the.. f-fuck.."

I grab a fried thigh muscle with the silver tongs, and I shove it into her mouth. Following up by leaning her head back with the leash, forcing her to choke on the muscle.

"Most of the time, death is the easy way out. That idea though, didn't appear for you, so eat your beloved feast, baby."

I see her start wiping away her tears while gagging,

"Oh, sweet girl. You can wipe away your tears, but you can't wipe away a ghost's hold on you. I would say death and suffering aren't quite different, right? Death and suffering both leave you dead, at least inside they do."