As you sat watching your reflection watch you. The gem gave off a dull glow. You were sitting but your reflection stood. It took one step then another. Stepping over the frame into your room. As the foot crossed the threshold it changed the reflection changed entirely like watching a wet person jumping into a pool but in the reverse. When the figure finished stepping out of the mirror it was not your reflection, but Christian's. You pushed yourself up from the floor desperate for the safety of the door. However when you turned to stand you saw a dress. Elizabeth was standing in front of you. Before you had time to ask for help she grabbed both your arms, spun you around, and held you firm. Her mouth was near your ear. "[i][b]May you suffer[/b][/i]." 

Christian walked until he stood directly in front of you mire inches from you. You felt cold hands touch your stomach. Then the sharp pain like a group of nails being driven into your stomach. You tried to scream but grand mother had a third hand that covered your mouth. "This is what [i]it[/i] wants. The more you feed into your selfishness, the more power you get, [i]the more you suffer[/i]. The more you suffer the more power it grants." Christian was slowly squeezing your organs trying to find where your most painful spot was. This went on for hours. Tears rolled down your cheeks until your eyes went dry. There was a knock at the door. As the knob turned your torture stopped, the two vanished. The maid came in and as her face turned white, you passed out. 

115pm you awoke to a damp cloth on your forehead. Vivian was by your side. "Its ok. You must of had a bad dream. The maid found you making weird faces while sleep walking. She said it looked like you were in pain." You sat up slowly. It felt like you did a few thousand sit ups. You moved your hand across your stomach other then the soreness you didn't see any blood or holes in your outfit.