You fuckers don't deserve anything but death, but than again that's too good for ya." HAHAHAHAHA." she heard the demon laugh at her remark. Tears bega... to fall from her eyes. When she saw the demon was going to attack again, she prayed for a miracle to happen or a hero would come to her rescue. She did her best to fend off this demon, even tried using the vial that Sage gave her. But this demon was bigger, stronger, and quicker.The demon pulled Eliza head back with full force biting into her. I knew Clair was angry.“How dare you ask me that? How dare you say that to me? I am your sister!”“I love you Clair. Love you like a sister but damn you’re a beautiful slut.”“Oh My God!” She screamed and left the room.It was about two weeks later mom must have got wind of Clair being a slut, mom searched her room. Mom found Clair’s extra large box of condoms and her diary. I could not believe that Clair was so stupid to write a diary and admit her sins on paper. Hell mom is a techno-loser and. "I mean, I was raised pagan after all." Yeah, but you don't believe half that stuff, do you, really?"Susan shrugged and smiled. "But it sure comes in handy for times like this."The two of them went off in peals of renewed laughter. "Okay, okay," Ann said, grinning hugely. "Now you have to agree with me: Melissa must go down as the most gullible little cunt in all of history." Jeez, she fell for the whole thing, didn't she?" That bit you arranged with Jim was sweet. You really had her convinced. In fact this story begins in a line of teenagers. We were having a yearly medical check at school. As far as everyone elsewas concerned it was a great excuse to lose two classes while we waitedin line, for me it was a hellish torment, a terrifying wait to get aneedle. To say I was scared of needles is like saying The Pacific Oceanis a puddle. Sure, I hated Rubella too, so I knew why I needed theneedle but the reassurance of knowledge didn't make the needle any lesssharp or painful. The.