Prologue
"You should have never worked for that asshole Lia." I examined the surroundings and found a dead goat with its throat slit right beside me. She seemed to have killed it right after I passed out.
"What do YOU know Sophia!?" With her eyes red from lack of sleep, it only added to her today's aesthetic look which seemed to be an insane bitch.
"Just because you have a good life doesn't mean everyone else does to!" She shouted at the top of her lungs which made my ears hurt.
"What do you know about my life? I fucking raised you, fed you, and acted as your older sister. I worked my ass out there working graveyard shifts just so I could send both of us to school." I couldn't believe that this was the Lia I grew up with, no, the Lia I raised and loved. She was far from who she was and what I raised her to be.
"Just because I became successful, just because I'm living my life to the fullest, just because I'm happy doesn't mean I didn't go through shit! You know what I went through, you were there!" I shouted out of frustration. She isn't herself anymore, she's a completely different person eaten by her greed.
"You're not my Lia, you're now just an insane fucking bitch who massacred people." Besides offering people as "sacrifice", she's now offering me as her final one.
I don't know what cog broke inside her head but she's now murdering people in the pretense of "greater good".
"Shut the fuck up, I'm still me, but better! Someone who realized that the world is filled with idiots easily fooled with materialistic shit. I just used that to my advantage."
"I just want what's best for both of us Sophia, and you know that, you just have to agree and this will all end." She came near me and put the knife right next to my face as if taunting me.
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*gasp* 'I- where am I?' I gained consciousness and saw an unfamiliar painted ceiling. I slowly sat up from lying down and a wet towel fell from my forehead.
'Wait- no, who am I' I looked at my current situation. I was sitting on a king-sized bed under pink sheets surrounded by dolls. The room was luxuriously designed with pinks, frills, and creams.
'creepy...' It was as if the ball-jointed dolls were staring at me. They were really pretty though; it just feels icky. I sat there staring at my surroundings when I noticed a spark of light coming out of nowhere. The spark soon became a ball of flash which made me panic a bit.
'Perhaps I'm dreaming?' I took a deep breath and tried making sense of my situation.
'hello.' D-did it just talked?
"What- *Cough*" I tried speaking but my throat was drier than the Sahara Desert which made coughing even worse. It felt like my throat was getting scratched. I saw a pint of glass on the bedside table and tried pouring myself a glass of water.
I seem to have underestimated my strength since as soon as I lifted the pint of glass, it fell right on the ground causing a huge mess and a loud sound of breaking glass. I tried picking the broken pieces of glass because of the mess but it pricked me.
'ow-. ' Wait that hurts...dreams don't hurt. I sucked the blood from my finger and it soon stopped bleeding as it was only a small wound.
Soon, the door was opened with a loud bang and in came an old woman. And from what she's wearing, she must be a maid.
