I had already shared a lot of information with Vivian. It probably wouldn't hurt me to share more...

"Well, basically, when I ask it to kill someone, it does... usually. But in return, it hurts me. A lot. Apparently, its owner is doomed to suffer." I crawled over to my tray and began eating. "I doubt it will work for anyone other than me. It's something that can only be inherited, I think. Sometimes, the image of Grandmother appears before me, talks to me... threatens me." I shook my head. "It's really quite terrifying."

I bit my lip, choosing my next words carefully. "Vivian, being locked in here makes me more depressed than ever. If this keeps up, I'm bound to try to hurt myself before long. Please, help me escape! You're... the only one I can turn to." I kept my eyes on my tray, ashamed of my weakness. Once again, I had resorted to begging my niece. Why was I so pathetic? Why couldn't I do anything without help?