Everyone has a made-up name here. I suppose it is befitting since all of these pathetic people claim to be part of a secret society. I remember each of their names. It's noted down one below the another and engraved in my mind, just like how a grim reaper keeps a list of names of the people who's soul he is to claim.

Pugsley, he's the one who started the rape on Sienna, he's the one who threw acid on Kai's face. Looking at the disgusting man makes me want to burn him alive, make him suffer. Which is why, I stole the acid container from the store room when they made me and Kai scrub the place. Kai was bleeding from his melted skin, creating more of a mess than cleaning. I kept telling him to stop, that I'll do the work. But he never listens. He never lets anyone take his burdens when he takes all of ours.

It solidified my decision. When one of them took me and Kai to clean Pugsley's toilet, without Kai noticing, I discreetly mixed the acid into the ear-drop solution Pugsley keeps putting into his waxed ear. His scream of rage and pain was music to my ears when his undermen put only a singly ear-drop into his ears.

So long, they've made us scream, it's only fair they do the screaming now.

~ from the journal entries of Daisy.

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☘︎ Eᴠᴇ Kᴀᴠɪɴsᴋʏ ☘︎

Sometimes, I feel like a developing butterfly. Add a layer, you'll see another insect. Peel a layer, you'll see another. The caterpillar, the cocoon, the fully grown butterfly—they're all parts of me, evolving as per the cycle.

But unlike a real butterfly, I don't stick to a single form at a time. I switch between them. It's awfully similar to a person with switch personality dissorder. One moment, I'm Eve the somewhat normal girl, the next I'm Daisy the psychopath. When I'm confronted by the ghosts of my past, it triggers the dark side in me and I retreat into the cocoon where no emotion, no morals exist anymore.

"Daisy." Eyes glued on me in caution, sweat drips down Pugsley's temples, fear displaying clear on his ashen expression. His back collides with the door in a hurried escape effort. He fumbles with the knob, his hands shaking.

Index finger twirling a strand of reddish hair around it, a dark smile curves my lips. Canting my head sideways, my voice is whisper-soft, "Why are you so afraid? I didn't even do anything to you." I eye his silhouette from the greasy hair to the shiny tips of his shoes, adding thoughtfully, "Yet."

"The secret society knows all about you, bitch! They'll find you! They'll kill you! You'll pay twice as brutally for the eight people you've murdered! I'll tell them how you look now! They'll peel your skin like they did before!" He yells between frantic movements, yanking at the door knob with a strength I've seen him use on Sienna, on many others who had the unfortunate tragedy to end up in that place.

"Will you?" I entertain his words, taking a step back and giving him false hope that I'm disturbed by the news. My lips turn upside-down in fake sadness. But then my smile widens, becomes crazed, "But you'd have to escape alive first to tell the tale, Pugsly. Don't you think?"

Remembering the lock, Pierce unlocks it but when the door doesn't open, he looks at me in alarm. I can't help being satisfied watching the flicker of hope vanish his eyes. He liked to watch the hope leave the eyes of the ones he tortured, didn't he? It's only fair he experienced his own game.

"What happened? The door isn't opening?" I place a hand on my mouth in a mock gasp, "So unfortunate. Maybe it's locked from the outside? Maybe someone locked it? You never know, Pugsly, maybe you're meant to die today."

I walk backwards while Pierce plasters himself to the door in panic, searching through his coat's inner pocket for something. A weapon. From what I've found spying on him the last month, I know he carries a gun everywhere. Only he doesn't know I've planned everything two steps ahead of him.

I let the virus of a man think there's still a chance for him to get the upper hand in this situation. Instead of walking towards him, I turn around. Giving Pierce my back, I stride towards the nightstand next to the bed.

Pierce lets out a huff, possibly thinking I'm a fool. I can hear the telltale rustle of his movements, of him pulling his gun out from his coat. But I pretend to ignore him, instead wearing the gloves and picking up the single deadly knife placed next to a bunch of daisies and a lighter, atop the nightstand. The things my ally placed there as per the plan. Daisies to let the people who'll discover Pierce's body know who killed him, to let them know they will be next. The lighter and the knife. . .they're for me to play with. The blade is sharp and is surely carved to hurt like hell. Perfect.

At the sound of Pierce pulling the trigger of his gun, my smile widens.

A minute passes, no gunshot ringing in the air. I turn around in a slow twirl, with the grace of a ballerina, my knife clutched in my hand. Looking at Pierce, he's staring at his gun in shock, repeatedly firing despite nothing happening.

"Short on bullets, Pugsly?" I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, approaching him with slow predatory steps, deliberately twisting the knife between my fingers, "Remember that pretty blonde you hooked up with in the restroom right after you entered this party? Wasn't she very handsy? Who knows maybe she took your gun and removed the bullets, while you were too busy screwing her to notice?"

Pugsley's eyes widen like saucers, dread replacing any leftover bravado. He still clutches his gun. I don't mind it, it's not like he can hit me with it before I take him down. But I want him to think he can. Stripping him of all that smugness that he has the power to ruin anyone, that's what I want to do.

"It's funny how well I know you, all of you. When sometimes I don't even know myself." I drag each word, inching closer to him with every step. Until I'm right there, standing in front of the tormentor of my past, of many of our pasts.

Pierce tries to swing at me with his gun, but I duck and dodge his blow effortlessly. Years of training with Appa, it wasn't for nothing.

I stand back, smiling at him and he swings again and again and again. A manic laugh escapes me as I dodge each hit, playing around with him until he tries so many times that he tires and the gun slips from his hand during one rushed swing.

The moment the metallic weapon falls to the floor with a thud, an evil glint enters my eyes, "Oops." My smile widens into a grin, "My chance."

I lurch forward with such agility that Pierce has no time to step sideways. Winding my arm around his mid-section, I flip him in a well-praticed karate move, knocking him down to the floor. Before he can recover and attempt to fight back, I crouch down and place the tip of my knife at the pulse on his throat. A mewled cry blesses my ears when I press on the tip, drawing the tiniest drop of blood.

As the blade digs deeper into his skin, he starts trembling, making me click my tongue in disapproval, "Don't move, Pugsley. It'll be so easy if you don't move." I twist the knife, leaking more blood and paralyzing Pierce, "Think of this as one of those twisted plays you liked to make us act in. When you raped Sienna, she was the actress playing her part in getting raped. That's what you told her, didn't you? So let me tell you now, this is just going to be a play and you'll be the actor getting killed, it is as simple as that."

"L-let me g-go." He gurgles despite the knife pressing down on his throat.

My smile is cruel, "There it is. Those words. Sienna said them too. Did you let her go, Pugsley?"

When he doesn't answer, going silent. I remove the blade from his throat and bring it front of his eyes, hovering right above his eyeball, "Answer me or I stab you in the eye."

Pugsley starts crying, shaking on the floor, "No." He's angry, but he's also so, so terrified. Just how Sienna was.

"You made us all watch when you raped her, didn't you? You called it a cosplay for us to enjoy." I keep my voice cold, not daring to betray anything I'm feeling inside, "It's only befitting everyone sees your brutalized death, isn't it?"

I circle the knife around his eyeball, feathering it near the ear I know he can no longer listen from, dragging it down his face back to his throat. Goading him, playing with his fear. Making him feel as powerless as he did Sienna. When I finally dig the knife into his throat completely, steering away from his windpipe, he bleeds profusely, crying like a madman. I have to inch back a little to avoid staining my gown crimson.

"Bleed less and I'll make it an easy death, Pugsley. I really like this dress." I tsk, keeping my gown away from all the blood, "You're so sickeningly lucky that I had to jump into killing you earlier than planned and I have to do it quick."

I pull the knife out and he bleeds even more. I sigh in boredom, "But don't worry, we'll make it a short and painful death."

Pierce's obvious confusion when I rise up to stand and start walking backwards is clear on his face. I throw him a dark, twisted smile, "Run before I catch you, Pugsley. The balcony is still open, scream for help and let's see whether they can save you."

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"Scream for help and let's see whether they can save you." Pugsley held Sienna down on the floor, her form bare and shivering, arms forced down beside her head as he hovered over her body lecherously.

Tears strain down Sienna's beautiful eyes, "Kai, don't look."

Kai was screaming at the people who held him back, yelling at them to let him go. His arms were stretched towards Sienna as if he thought he just had to extend his hands longer to reach her.

The white walls of this place seemed to close in on me. I was tongue tied. I wanted to go to her, I tried to move. But I was frozen, the others were still holding me captive even if I attempted to approach Sienna. So I stood there, watching everything with this prickling sensation in my eyes and a burn in my heart. Kai's screams were louder than Sienna's as they tore her down, as they completely wrecked her until she was no longer breathing. No longer alive.

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"I always knew one day, I'd be the reaper, you the souls." I pick the lighter from the nightstand, my lips twisting in finalty.

"The perfume you sprayed on those clothes you're wearing," I motion towards Pierce's expensive suit, the evidence of the money he'd made from doing every wrong thing, willingly being part of a twisted society to jump up the ladder of his greed and gain power, "When I broke into your house, I made sure to mix a lot of Ethanol into the perfume. It's alcohol. At the lightest of flame, it catches fire so quick."

It takes a moment for Pierce to grasp onto what I'm saying. He's pale on the ground, bleeding but this moment is when he realizes I'm truly his worst nightmare.

"You know, burning alive is the most painful death a human can have. You feel your skin melting, you feel the pain, you see your death approaching while you're engulfed in these devouring flames. It's horrifying." I shrug, "I should know, I was almost burnt alive afterall."

"D-d-dont." It takes a lot of effort for him to speak the words, not even making sense with his bleeding throat.

I can't help feeling pleased at his struggle, "Run before I catch you, Pugsley." I repeat, opening the lighter's lid.

I watch him drag himself along the floor the way he'd dragged Sienna's body once. I watch him cry in sheer helplessness, like how Sienna had been. I see him try to escape what is to come, but he didn't know his past coming for him with a vengeance.

They were all our tormentors. Now I'll be theirs.

So when Pugsley finally pushes the balcony door with great effort and makes it to the balcony, I throw the lighter at his body akin to how one would throw a dart to the dart board.

His scream is instant. Standing there, I see his body catch into flames, I see how he mindlessly jolts in pain, tripping past the rail of the balcony and falling falling falling to his death.

A weight drops from my shoulder, but a fist clamps around my heart, a voidness taking over my soul. Somewhere distant, I hear people's screams and the sound of a door opening.

"I told you revenge wasn't going to be easy, shona." A hand clamps on my shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze, Sonal Singh's voice solemn, "When you decide to burn someone, you burn with them too."

Shaking myself out of the tight feeling in my chest, I glance at my adoptive mother, a seriousness ebbed into my tone, "Then let us all burn in hell together, Maa."

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Two thousand words of murder and I low-key enjoyed writing it. LIKE SEND HELP PLEASE💀

I know a lot of things might seem confusing right now, but it'll make sense as the story proceeds, trust me🤧🤝

What do you think about this side of Eve? Do we still like her? Your thoughts on this chapter👀

Also any guesses what this secret society could be?👀