I lifted my suitcase out of my room, and locked the door behind me. I could hear a thunder storm outside, and I saw the light from the lightning through the windows. A thunderstorm was exactly what I didn't need.

Carrying my suitcase, I slowly walked down the halls until I got to the stairs. With one hand on the suitcase and one hand on the railing, I slowly walked down the five flights. My body was aching as I neared the bottom.

At the bottom, a huge strike of thunder and lightning struck, almost simultaneously, illuminating the entire room and telling me the storm was right above us. It was tiring having to carry my suit case, and my body was aching in pain, all the movement pulling at my cuts and I had to use my toe or else I would have fallen.

Each strike of thunder seemed to strike deep into my body, sending shivers over my entire body. I was anxious and wished I could just get over with my escape. However, that one strike of thunder and lightning stopped me momentarily, sending fear throughout my body, and my legs started to tremble.

At night, not only was the bad feeling the mansion gave me present, but it intensified it. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing like statues. I tried really hard not to be scared, but it was too hard. I couldn't help but wonder how Lance was doing. He was my safety net after all. I was scared for him too. Heck, I was scared for everyone.

Fear was pulsing through me, infecting every thought in my mind. It was like a plague, rushing to fill every part of my body it could, as fast as it could. I couldn't stop thinking of all the bad things that could happen, only making me more scared, and made me loss focus slightly, slowing me down. The only upside, was along with the fear came adrenaline, and that eventually made the pain of the whip barely noticeable.

I looked around, and I thought I saw a black mass in the back of the room, just allowing me to become more scared. It moved in quick blurry bursts, moving from one spot to another, then I realized.

It was a person. Its black gown hung to the floor, it's back arched. I gasped as Grandmama's eyes glowed threw the darkness. I turned and ran to the door. I fumbled to grab the key but as I tried to insert it in the lock, it fell to the floor.

I scrambled to pick it up and quickly unlocked the door. I grabbed my suitcase and ran out, letting it drag behind me. The rain pouring, I ran around the fountain. I looked back and saw her standing in the doorway. Running, I watched her lift up her arm like she did when I flew into the wall the day I tried to kill her.

I kept running. The adrenaline was wearing off, and as I ran all the whipping wounds seemed to tear open, causing searing pain and a flood of blood, quickly soaking through my clothes and dripping on the ground. I tried to ignore it as much as I could, using fear as motivation.

Aside from the rain, things started to become blurry and then returned to normal. I tried to focus as best I could, but along with the blurriness came dizziness that didn't fade in and out. It was always present, and when accompanied by blurriness, made it almost impossible to know where I was going. I just kept running, the pain slowly inching at becoming unbearable.

I was almost to the road when it felt like something was holding me back, but I didn't feel any particular hands. I used everything I could to push forward, but I couldn't budge. The moment I touched it, I felt an evil, ominous sense. It felt so wrong, as if I was in the presence of evil. Little did I know that I was?

Then, instantly, I was flying back through the air. As I got closer to the mansion, the feeling became strong. I flew above the fountain, the angels surprisingly sharp reaching up finger slashing my left calf and landed inside the mansion. The door closed by itself as soon as I flew through them. I hit the floor and slid back into a door at the far end of the room. Finally the sense came at full force as I entered the lair of the evil.

My eyes had been closed in fear, but once the initial pain of the impact had subsided, besides the aching of my back, I opened my eyes. Grandmama was standing over me. Her face was twisted in a sinister gaze, filled with hate and anger. Then I realized she wasn't just unnatural, she was a monster.

Nothing was clear, but all I saw when I looked down was red. I knew I was covered in blood, and looking out, I could see the streak I left as I slid across the floor. I saw Grandmama getting closer and my mind raced to find an escape.

My worst fear had come true. Grandmama caught me, and I could tell by the look in her eyes, which I could see even through the blur, that see was going to make me pay for it and so much more.

I tried sliding to the side to get away, but she slammed her high-heel wearing foot onto my knee. I heard my knee bone break, but she didn't just break it. She destroyed it, shattering it into little shards underneath my skin. I felt the pain for only a split second before everything became so blurry all I saw was large blotches of dark colors, and then black. It felt like it took a lot longer than it did, but once it was black, I felt nothing.

Bam! My head crashed into a wall, taking me out of my sleep. I was in shock and I couldn't feel my left leg. Grandmama was dragging me by my ankle, purposefully hitting me against things. I flailed, kicking and screaming, but it was no use. I thought maybe other servants would come and help me, but they probably were too fearful of their own life. I was able to twist myself onto my stomach, which was less painful. It was terrifying the way she dragged me without a care of what damage she did. I honestly expected to pass out again, which probably would have saved me a lot of pain, but no. In that mansion, even fate works for Grandmama.

I heard a door slam against the wall and learned it was the door to the basement as she dragged me past it, the door closing itself behind us. Following the door was a long set of stairs that I managed to hit my head on each step of it. My head throbbed, and I was pretty positive I had a concussion. All the way down the stairs, things would go black, but the moment I hit me head again - barely a second later - I would wake up, then black out on the next step. At the bottom, unfortunately, I was definitely awake, and terrified. I contemplated hitting my head against the floor hard enough to pass out again, but I couldn't get myself to do it.

As we cleared the stairs, I saw a room covered in tables made for humans. They had straps to hold people down with, and drains in the center, obviously for blood. Many tables had naked bodies, lifelessly pale. Most of them were in black body bags, but a large amount of them were completely exposed, making me sick to my stomach. They were all skinny as if they had been starved, and their bodies were covered in small little cuts forming symbols expanding over their entire body.

In the back were tanks filled with a green, see-through liquid. There looked to be ten. Several had bodies in them, each looking deformed and immorally violated. Their skin looked as if it had been dried, without moisture. Their eyes were red, and it looked like their feet and toes, aside from a baby, were sown together. One contained a baby with an obviously broken jaw and arm, the arm having exposed bones. All of the bodies were dead. The room reeked of death, and I wanted to barf. I felt so horrible for those poor people who fell into the clutched if Grandmama's inhumane clutches. It was repulsing to think she could do all that to those people, especially the baby.

That room didn't only have the feel of evil as the mansion, but it had a feel of mutilation and unnatural experimentation. It was like an evil doctor who experimented on people to test the human limits but would make she they killed each experiment so they could tell the story of the awful things done to them.

At the end of that room we entered another room. This room containing hundreds of cages. Most of them filled with skeletons or decaying bodies. I thought I was the only living human in the room until we past one cage containing a sleeping girl. She looked to be about 14. She was naked but she was curled up in a ball facing the wall. I could only see her back and upper butt, covered with cuts and bruises, some of the cuts appeared to make letters or symbols.

I knew it had to be Saria, Lance's sister, so I grabbed onto a bar of her cage, trying my best to resist Grandmama. I felt so bad for her, and I was worried about Lance for when he sees her in her dreadful state.

"What are you doing fool?" Grandmama shouted as she kicked my knee, making it bend unnaturally, but I still held on.

"No, I won't let you-" I tried to be brave, but as my weak voice choking, I knew it was hopeless. I continued to hold onto the bar, using all my strength, but it was growing thin.

Finally, she pulled showing how strong she was, and my fingers were pulled off the bars. My hands burned from the friction, and all I could see was the thick trail of blood my body left behind.

That room had a feel of suppression. It felt like she kept people in there for day, months, maybe even years. I could tell no matter how strong willed they entered, she broke their spirits, making them waiting frivolously with no hope of escape. They seemed to mostly be past servants who failed her, but some seemed to be people who just wondered into her clutches. It seemed like people who were lost would come to the mansion for food or water and she would care for them, but then she would take them down here and lock them in a cage where their screams would never be heard.

She pulled me through that room and into another, that door also closing behind us. This room was smaller, and I didn't have time to look around before I was lifted onto a metal table. I tried to get away but she held me down as restraints around my wrist and ankle seemed to tie them-selves. I continued to struggle but eventually gave up. She walked out of my sight for a moment, then returning with a large silver scissor. My body was trembling with fear. What would she do to me with a scissor? I imagined her cutting my eyelids off, or expanding the edges of my mouth to expand across my cheeks.

Luckily, those fears were put to rest when she unzipped my hoodie and pulled it off my chest. She didn't need to take off my hoodie to cut up my face, so I knew that wasn't her intention. However, I couldn't stop trying to find hints to her true intent. She pushed my necklace to the side and I silently gave a sigh of relief that she didn't destroy it.

She cut my shirt open down the center, exposing my chest. She left again and came back with a scalpel. I knew scalpels were made for cutting skin, and my fear overcame me as I screamed as loud as I could, tears flooding down my face.

"Silence yourself before I do it myself1" she shouted, slapping my face, covering her hands in tears and blood.

She placed one hand on my chest, and pierced my skin with the blade. When she first pierced my skin the area when she cut seemed to go dead. I couldn't feel anything from it, and it bleed all over my chest. Then, in an awfully scrutinizing moment, the pain hit. It felt like everything she cut had been cut simultaneously, and it made the experience even more agonizing. Hurting worse than the whipping, I squeezed my hands as hard as I could and I bit my lip enough that it bled. She cut one large circle into my chest before she took the blade out of me. It went from the top of my chest to my mid-stomach.

After that she started cutting a line, and another, until I realized she was cutting a pentagram. It felt like an eternity, but eventually she was done. I opened my eyes, my chest searing in pain. She left and came back with a candle. She placed it on my chest, which caused immense pain, and cupped the edge of the wick. When she moved her hands away, it was lit. Then she left the room.

I watched the candle on my chest burn. I didn't move because I knew the fire might hit my skin. Eventually the burning hot wax fell onto my skin. It burnt my skin, and then after a while it solidified. I watched the candle burn for hours. As the last bit of wax burned, the wick seemed to disintegrate into dust and it blew away.

My chest hurt and it seemed like the cuts were filled with wax, not allowing them to seal. I wished I could die so bad. If I didn't have the restraints, I would have killed myself, putting myself out of my own awful misery. It seemed as if every part of my body was broken. My body was totally useless in its state. I couldn't move most of it, and what I could move just hurt to move, so in a way, I was paralyzed.

I looked down at my chest and saw the star of the pentagram covered perfectly by black wax. It was as if it was poured onto my chest perfectly to fill the shape of the star. I also noticed that the rest of the pentagram was red from blood, which didn't surprise me, but the weird part was that there wasn't blood anywhere else. Then, I noticed the pain, including all my previous injuries, was instantly gone, and I tried but failed at figuring why it all disappeared.

I was scared of what would come next. What happened to Lance? What will happen to me? I was terrified.

I tried to fall asleep, but I couldn't. My mind was filled with thousands of thoughts running rampant in my head. I couldn't control them. But how could you? With all I had gone through I'm pretty sure my reaction was natural.

I laid there, with nothing to do. The room had candelabras in each corner and I knew there had to be a counter or a table behind me with various things. I tried breaking free several times, but they all failed. I sat there for hours on end. I was cold, hungry, and scared.

After at least 12 hours, the door opened and a nicer-looking, more human version of Grandmama walked in. She was wearing what she always wore. Her black dress and her black veil. She wore a twisted smile and I knew she had something awful planned for me. I controlled my assumptions, until she spoke.

"Having fun? Don't worry. Things will get a lot more exciting soon. Your blood has pure diamond bits in it, thanks to an injection I gave your mother when she was pregnant. Now, your body is the perfect anchor for a demon. Isn't that exciting? Trust me, being possessed is the most painful thing there is. I know, because I am possessed. But, I've learned to suppress the demon, only letting him have some control when I need the strength and power. However, this body is growing old and the time has come for me to move on to a newer body. And an attractive one at that," she said, sliding her ugly talons down my chest.

She disgusted me. And she had some twisted attraction to me! It frightened me even more, but there was nothing I could do. And knowing she was possessed made everything make so much sense. Even if she did suppress the demon, I'm sure it still twisted her motives. I kind of felt bad for her, but then it scared me that my life was in the hands of a possessed woman. I wondered what she was like before she became possessed, but she didn't leave me to my thoughts for long.

She laid her hand on my lower stomach, and leaned her face closer to mine. She forced her mouth onto mine and slid her tongue into my mouth. It was vile, and I once again wanted to die, but now due to a newer, grosser reason. How could you kiss your grandson like that? It was appalling, and I just wished I could report her somehow and let them electrocute her.

I closed my eyes, not able to look at her. As she drew back, I opened my eyes, and saw the face of a beautiful man. He looked strong but youthful. He had long silver - not grey - hair that fell over his shoulders, touching my chest.

"This can be enjoyable for both of us," he said seductively and I realized it was somehow Grandmama.

"No! Get away from me!" I shouted. I spit on his face and Grandmama's old bony talons covered the boy's face, wiping the spit off, but after she removed her hands, the boy's face was gone, and Grandmama's remained. It sent shivers down my spine to see her twisted transformation. It was shocking and gross. How was she a boy, and a beautiful one at that?

"This body has only been a vessel for me. The face you just saw is the face I was born with. My true name is Alexandre," she said. I was disgusted. However, to think my Grandmama was once normal was comforting. It was then that I realized I could not be saved. I stood no chance. I thought I had to give in. I thought about all the things she did to my family and realized something. I figured I wasn't going to get out, but if I could make her a deal to save someone else, it would be worth it. If I promised to cooperate if she let Lance and his family go, I think she would do it. I mean, I know she didn't like getting spit on.

"Fine. Do whatever you want to me, but if you let Lance and his family go, I will cooperate." Her faced grew an even more twisted smile and let out a short chuckle. It felt so awful to say that. Moments later, water started to one again slide down my face.

"You have a deal," she said cheerfully.

Grandmama turned and left the room once again. I tried to digest everything she, or he, just threw at me. But mostly I found that my lips still had her saliva on them. I spit repeatedly, it all landing on the floor, trying to cleanse myself of the filth.

I felt truly dead to the world. I knew I would never see the light of day again. The world I once lived in was just as dead to me as I was to it. High school, society, fame, money, none of it mattered. All I cared about was surviving as long as I could. I was scared to die, but yet I didn't want to live a life of torture. I wished there was an easy balance, but it was like a line you knew existed, but was to blurry to see the finer details.

Shortly after, I heard the rattling of keys, and frantic footsteps running away. I knew she had released Saria. I was so happy for Lance and Saria, but I didn't bothering thinking about my feelings of Lance. It was too painful, because I knew I most likely would never see him again. The one person that has ever escaped was a trade for me, so I was pretty sure I wasn't leaving. It was silent and still for at least two more hours before Grandmama came back it.

She was carrying a big black book with a pentagram on the cover, identical to the one on my chest. The moment the book entered the room, a sense of evil in its purest form, hit me. It was stronger than any feeling I had ever felt. To me, Grandmama was evil personified.

It seems childish, but the sight of her brought me to tears. I was so scared that I cried. It wasn't the kind of cry where you nose is running and your gasping for breath, but the kind where you are paralyzed in fear as the tears slid down you face faster than ever. I wasn't loud, or making any nose for that matter, but I was definitely crying.

She stood over me and opened the book. She started reading from it and placed her other hand on the center of the pentagram. She was speaking a language I didn't recognize, but it sounded like a snakes' hissing.

As she spoke, something about the words sent shivers down my spine, and I felt an overwhelming sense of sorrow, anger, and emotional pain. She slithered out several more words before I felt an immense pain in my chest. I screamed as it grew and started to spread across my entire body.

It felt like a ball of fire was inside me, lighting everything inside me in fire. I hurt worse than the whipping, the cutting, my toe,