Faith
Faith's hands shook as she lifted the glass of water to her lips. The water splashed all over her bed covers as she struggled to block the bad memories which kept resurfacing.
"Yay, you're awake! Now the fun begins."
Zada's eyes focused on Faith and she felt herself beginning to whimper. Faith grinned evilly and walked over.
"Alright, so we have five basic torture groups. Blunt, hot, cold, sharp and loud. Have a preference?"
Zada's eyes widened and Faith pulled the gag from her mouth. "Great, it's always better with audience participation. May I take your order please?"
"Don't..."
Faith cackled. "Now say please. It doesn't work that way. You know what? Let's start with sharp." She pulled the knife out and cut across Zada's stomach.
"The baby!"
"Hmmm..." Faith sliced a little deeper. "Is probably feeling a little... dead."
Zada started to cry and Faith slapped her hard. "You don't get to be upset... if anyone should be upset, it should be me."
"Then why don't we switch, I'll kill you."
Faith giggled. "You've got a pair, that's quite refreshing in victims. Now..." Faith cut some patterns into Zada's arms and Zada screamed. "How about... hot?"
A few hours later, Zada was lying in a mess of blood, ready to pass out. Faith stood from her chair and walked over again. "Oh... you're not gonna die on me, are you? The fun's only begun."
"My... sisters... are... going... to... be... home... soon."
Faith giggled again. "See, Taryn won't touch me... coz, she's kinda scared..."
"You... won't... get... away... with... this."
Faith stabbed her through the heart. "Looks like I just did." She pulled the knife out and looked at the blade, slick with blood.
"NOOOO!" Faith screamed. "Oh God, what have I done?"
She jumped up and rushed to the bathroom, vomitting again. She coughed and wiped her watering eyes and leant against her shower door.
"What have I done? Oh what have I done?"
Faith took a deep breath, hoping to calm down. It didn't work.
"I need Zac... I need him so much."
She glanced at her mobile which was lying a few metres from her. She weakly got to her feet and staggered to her phone. She found Zac's number and pressed the call button.
It rang twice, then Faith quickly hung up.
Even if she could form words right now, she wouldn't know what to say.
Everything was hurting.