The headache was [i]horrible[/i]. 

"What did you think I was going to do?" I hissed, though in truth I was not especially angry with Vivian. Her drugs had saved me from more of Grandmother's persuasion - though it seemed like the entity living within the necklace was not truly Grandmother.

I sighed. "You need to help me get out of here, Vivian," I said, "They're not hurting me, but I can't stand being locked up. And it's only going to get worse. The necklace has been talking to me, trying to persuade me to put it on - there's something [i]very[/i] wrong with it." 

In truth, the necklace's offers [i]had[/i] been tempting - just not tempting enough to risk losing an eye, a leg, or anything else over. And using the necklace was what landed me in this predicament in the first place. Thanks to it, things had been changing at an absurdly fast pace - over a short while, I had gone from happy to paranoid to suicidal, and now I was just scared. 

I ate the breakfast Vivian brought me, this time at a reasonable pace. "If you can't help me break free, I suppose you should send in Mother," I said, keeping my eyes on my tray. "Perhaps I can convince her to let me go. And definitely leave the shower supplies..."