Airalin

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The headache was horrible.

"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 very wrong with it."

In truth, the necklace's offers had 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..."

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I stared at the necklace, shaking me head frantically. "I'm sick of suffering. Just go away! I'm sure someone else would want you," I said in a half-whisper, pushing myself along the floor toward the opposite wall. Someone was probably watching me, and I doubted they could see Grandmother. They were just going to think I was hallucinating. Whatever. Overcome by dizziness, I laid on my side, facing toward the necklace yet unwilling to look directly at it. If Grandmother were to attack me, there would be nothing I could do to stop it.

"Someone help me, please!" I said, loudly, hoping that whoever was watching me would hear. "That necklace... it's gonna kill me..." No matter what, I needed to get away from the necklace! My guards already thought I was crazy, so I had nothing to lose, no reason to keep the situation a secret. I had a strange feeling - the feeling that the worst thing that could happen would be if I were killed by the necklace. Even if someone else took the necklace and used its power to kill me, that wouldn't be as bad!

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I did everything the guard demanded of me. All pretense of my authority was lost; now, the guard was just my jailer, and we both knew it.

Once the guard was gone and I had been released from my straitjacket, I stared down at that reviled necklace. Immediately, I took it off, left it on the floor in the corner. Maybe if I kept it in the room with me it would stay off of me. Feeling incredibly weak, I crawled over to my food, feeling half naked with my belly exposed. At least it was no longer marred by scars.

My stomach groaned at the smell of food; I was starving! I practically devoured it, not caring what they might have put in it. Far too quickly, it was all gone. Only then did I realize how badly I needed a shower. I crawled to the center of the room, positioning myself at an angle that allowed me to inspect the shower. There was no way I would be able to use that on my own. I sighed, lying on my side and feeling pitiful. All I could do now was wait for someone to come visit me again, for whatever reason. If it didn't happen soon, I was bound to fall asleep again, this time out of sheer boredom.

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It was happening again.

The straitjacket wrapped tightly around me left me completely helpless. Apparently, everyone had determined that I was a danger to myself. But I couldn't take being locked up again! I struggled for a little while, of course, but even I knew it was only a token gesture. There was no way I would escape on my own. How long were they going to keep me cooped up like this?

Where was Vivian? I needed her. She would release me - she had to! Then we could run away together or something. Anything would be okay, as long as I was freed!

The necklace. I had tried to discard it, but it had come back, all on its own. Would I really be stuck with it for the rest of my life? If so, my only choice was to not use it, to resist it as much as I could. Perhaps remaining helpless was the most promising option left to me. But I could not accept that - I refused to! No matter what, I never wanted to be captured ever again! Why did I have to be so pathetic? I was being reduced to a prisoner in my own home, despite being the richest woman in the world!

My head ached horribly as my thoughts raced within, but the realization that had dawned on me amplified the pain all the more - unless someone released me, none of my worrying would come to fruition. I was completely and utterly dependent on others...

The Gifted[CLOSED]

Also @Airalin, sorry for just having you trapped in the car. If Lalia was here you'd be at the black site getting tortured already.

@TheDarkTemplar

Nooo I don't wanna be tortured, I'll be good, promise!

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*Tilts head in confusions*

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

Huh? Root for her to do... what? XD

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"And why not?" I asked, my voice dangerous. "All your problems... all that suffering you describe... it doesn't get better. That shit stays with you for your entire life, and other people will only rub it in, make it define you. If you're looking to me for solace, your hopes are misplaced. I have nothing but hatred for this world and its inhabitants. We are all corrupt to the bone! Even my inheritance betrayed me! All people do is hurt me, and there's no way I can kill them all, so I may as well just die myself!"

By the time I had finished my rant, I realized I was yelling. Vivian continue to sob, helplessly, pathetically. It made me want to stab her in the throat! Why the fuck was she so weak? Why did she have to remind me of myself?

I turned on my heel, half running to the kitchen, intent on finding a knife. I didn't know who I was going to use it on - maybe just the first person I saw. It didn't matter anymore. That fucking necklace could just sit on my bed and rot - all the blood I shed today would be for my own satisfaction, not to appease some stupid heirloom!

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I woke up trembling.

Pain all over. I pulled off the necklace and dropped it on the bed, leaving it there as I sat on the side of the bed, shaking. So much pain. I couldn't take more like that, not if I wouldn't even be able to use it to live forever. It wasn't worth it - none of this was! Ignoring the pain plaguing my limbs, I stood, dressed myself. There was going to be a change of plans - there had to be. Without even bothering to shower, I exited the room, purposefully searching for Vivian.

When I found her, I was blunt, "The plan is off," I said, not bothering to keep down my voice. My goals had transformed overnight into the exact opposite of what they had been before. I was sick of suffering, sick of living. It was time to take the Team Leader up on his offer - his offer to shoot me in the face. Then, at last, perhaps I could have peace. Even if I ended up like Grandmother, I would just trick my successor into an early death as well - there was no need to be honest. Then it would be over. I would, at last, be at peace.

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Oh dear... I must admit, I'd prefer for my character to not be... dismembered. o.o