Little Miss Heart Stealer

5

Abigail is fucking weird. First she asked me to take part in her ritual, and considering I didn't have anything else to do, and no one has paid attention to me, I decided to humour her. She got out some red chalk, and handed me a knife. She took out another ornate knife, completely black with one red gem on the hilt, and I could feel something coming from it. She pricked her finger and motioned for me to do so. She drew a right side up pentagram(I made sure that no one would think it was satanic) and put her blood in the center, and I followed. 

"Friends come and go, but this is stronger than a bond. This is the dragon's oath of loyalty and friendship. No lies will pass our lips to each other, and no harm will come to us from the other's hand," she said, and quickly took up the blood with a napkin and wiped the pentagram off the table. I looked at her with a look of fear and questioning.

"What was that?" I asked her, although I could probably guess what it meant.She just smiled at me.

"It was so we could never lie or hurt each other," she quickly looked towards the ground, "like the others I have met." For some reason, a wave of sadness, regret, and depression washed over me. Was this her emotions?

"Sorry, I forgot that you would be able to feel my emotions. I can also sense yours, so that's how I could tell you could feel how I was," she quickly explained. Suddenly, the door in the front opened, and Tom strutted over to me. 

"Hey, bitch," he said as he grabbed and yanked my chain," it is time for your next test." I looked over towards Abigail, and I could sense her feel of anguish towards me. I tried to reassure her with my emotions, smiling as wide as I could, the same exact smile I have when I am torturing others. He closed the door behind us, leaving Abigail to stay there, alone like a puppy dog missing its owner. Imagine that would you? We entered the same twisting hellways (yes I meant hellways) that he dragged me through and into a dark room with weird padding. It was gray, but not like regular psych ward walls, different. Another man with a dark face, set back eyes, and black clothes. Another man with the same clothes on brought in a rack with the same tools as mine did. They overpowered me and took me into a spiked metal chair. The spikes dug into my ass and back, but not far enough to where I bled. I could tell that I would ,though, if I moved around too much. 

The man got to work, first ripping out my tongue, using it to lick my eyeballs, then an unmentionable place. Then he cut out my eye, and my good one too. I could feel myself slipping into my insane state, a smile playing at my lips. I never knew being tortured could be so fun!It was almost as much fun as torturing others. Almost. He ripped out my fingernails first, forcing me to eat them and cutting my skin and sticking them into the cuts. I could not help but to scream, but halfway through it came out as a laugh. Then he brought out a helmet. He put it on me, and pulled a switch outside. Electricity shocked my brain, and I could tell I was changing, not physically, but mentally. Like Abigail.

For hours this went on, with no breaks in between. Finally, it was over, my smile never faded. All I could do was smirk as Tom went up to me and began to speak.

"Congratulations, you are like your best friend Abigail, feeling better?" he asked me. I nodded my head like an over excited child about to get ice cream. I laughed as I kept nodding my head, even putting up my hands up to my head. He pulled on my chain, and I followed him to  the cafeteria, where he took me over to Abigail. She started to sob, and I could not do anything but to laugh at her stupid emotions.