When she dies

Broken Mirrors.

A girl fixes up her hair. She combs through it again. (3 times) I stand directly behind her.
Ready to devour
She grabs her bloody, rusted blade. Several men are tied, wearing simply torn, black jeans. Their mouths covered. But there is something that compares them all as same.
They all have brown hair, ripped, (work out) and are....weak? Interesting.
The girl with long blond hair with a braid wears all black, revealing much of her. She grabs a black small staff. She takes one of the captured men that is tied with chains and cloth on mouth into a bedroom.
...
All the men at once spot me. Pleading eyes they struggle to break loose as the girl and man in other room begin to have sex.
Catching him off guard she pulls her knife back ready to strike, a non seen force moves it away. It skids across the floor. A cold, cold, COLD hand grabs her wrist. She slowly ever so slightly turns her head to meet my, black eyes glare. She shakes with fear, giving the man the advantage to leave. His chain breaks with much strength of my own.
He runs out and begins to free the others.
"Who-Who-Who are you??"
Scaring her more, I don't respond. I simply tighten my grip. Her bones in her wrist begin to break. She struggles to break free, as I continue to break her wrist slowly.
The girl screams loud, shuffling and pounding on the wall. Blood stains the carpet. The men look at the closed white door. There are three rooms of this apartment. The living room, no furniture, covered windows, and a small bathroom. Then her bedroom.
The screaming stops. Something is being dragged. The door flies open. I hold her foot. Her face covered in blood, deformed and broken. I drag her to a wardrobe. I force her in there. Barely alive, I shut the doors. All the men, are free. The wardrobe begins to burn. The screams continue.
The men all leave.
And I vanish as well.

The spirits of all the dead men slowly leave down the field. I watch them my hair flowing and dress flowing to the side. They may look alive, but they do not breathe. One stops and turns around, with a smile they fade away. I,too smile and fade.