Pretty Little Liars: After A

Revengeful torture

Emily's POV
I had Mayella in a mini dollhouse that I kept in my lair. It wasn't miniature more like the width of a dresser and the length. Paige was sending the texts. They're asking who's A, but they take me out as an option. I had cameras set up in their homes. Caleb and Hanna were watching television, boring souls. Aria and Ezra were crying their eyes out in bed, and Ezra slightly comforted her. Spencer and Toby were playing video games and eating chips. I was getting drastically unsatisfied with this. Being A wasn't a motive of just revenge, it was seeing the people who hurt you, hurting. I mean it's revenge, but it's more personal than that. "Paige," I chuckled, "Send a text." She nodded and pulled out an untraceable one of our phones, typing in an iMessage sending to all the liars.

"Messages sent!" She smiled.

I laughed with my eyebrows frowning, looking solemn and evil. As I was looking at my cameras the liars looked shocked. I pulled the drawer on the dresser in the lair, neatly folded pairs of black hoodies, identical. I picked one up. The second drawer held black leaned pants, identical, picked one up. Lastly, I picked up some black vans and propped my hoodie on my scalp, my appearance only revealing miniature strands of my dark brown hair. I giggled, shoving my hands in my deep sunk in pockets on my hoodie.

"Game on, Liars."

"The liars are going out," Paige mumbled, eyeing the cameras.

"All of them?" I asked.

Paige nodded, "Track their phone locations?"

"Obviously, Paige."

We both laughed as she scanned through the long scripts of the website. She entered codes, inspecting the location and where. I stood hovering over Paige, looking at the computer.

"The mall," Paige pointed, "Westfield."

She ripped out a crumpled piece of lined paper and wrote down the address.

"Thanks."

"No problem, Em."