Murderous Shama

Chapter 2

I was invited to a party. They told me not to go. I went though. I followed the instructions to a corn field.
I walked in a couple of rows till it was cleared. The outside of the field was lined with rows of corn to hide us.
There was a couple of people here. Not many. I walked farther in when I'm suddenly pushed down.
They circled and laughed. They were my my bullies, but with a couple extra people. They pulled out long, sharp knives.

"Hold her down."

They instantly tackle me down on to the ground. I struggle against them as they pin me down at my arms and legs.

"She's down." One of them said smirking.

The leader came closer and leaned down to my right arm. His face turned sinister as the moon light casted shadows on him.

He placed the tip of the knife against my wrist, watching my horror filled face as he pushed the blade in.

I screamed in pain, till they covered my mouth, muffling my screams. He slowly pulled the knife towards my chest, hot blood dripping down my arm as he goes. 
I start to become frantic as he goes to my next arm. I work enough energy to move my legs a bit. I managed to loosen my left leg and kicked someone in the face.
He wiped off the blood, pissed off before he yanked my leg back down and punched me in the stomach.
The impact caused me to let out a gasp as the leader, now on my leg, pressed the knife deeper.
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he pain intensified as he drug the knife down to my ankle. 

"I believe we have taught her a lesson and can go guys." He said stabbing the knife into my leg and pinning my other limbs down with the extras.

They sat there watching me in pain as they washed off my blood. They were laughing as if it was funny to see me in pain. They even made jokes as they left me.
I snapped. They were screaming. I couldn't take it, I gave in to them. I became one with the voices in my head.

I did as they said, I yanked a arm up and removed the rest. I placed them in my pocket but one.

Lets change the way we look!

Yes, we will get revenge!

We will be Shama!

✨🌟💫The last three lines are the voices in her head 💫🌟✨

We need a new look.

A new look? I like the idea to change fully. I'll use these knives too. I started cutting my clothes up and grabbed chunks of hair. I sawed at my hair till it was shorter.

I then started cutting on my face. I now smile forever, my teeth shining through my sliced cheeks. I'll fix them into sharp points later.

I need something else, though. I need something to further my transformation. I'm already covered in blood, from my head to my toes.

I know I must look scary, but I need more, we want to be more. We must be everyone's worst nightmare.

🌋🌌🌠What should be the final touch? Comment what you think and I'll pick my favorite idea by the end of the week. 🌠🌌🌋