I waited only a few minutes, until someone else came in, they weren't as ugly as the man with the yellow eyes, but they were ugly. Their face was burned, and scars were all over them.

I looked away from them, not wanting to look at them.

"Little no name girl." The female voice scoffed.

"I remember you, your little angel killed all of our experiments! All of the worshipers too." She spat at me, slapping my face.
I let out a whimper, tears crawling down my face as she grabbed my cheeks, with her thumb and pointer finger. Making me look straight at her.
For a moment, I swore I could see that she wasn't human. Her face made my stomach turn, I felt like throwing up, but I willed my mouth closed, and did the same for my eyes.

"Open your damn eyes!" She growled, I was scared too.

She punched my stomach, I let out a noise of pain, and began crying more.  Without realizing it I opened my eyes, and spat on her.
She laughed.

I tried to look away from her ugliness, and suddenly she changed. She had blood red lips, red hair, brown eyes, her face was like a mouses, her figure skinny, it almost looked unhealthy.

"You and your angel are our bigger murderers than my kind."

"Wha-," I panted out "What are you?"

"Demon."

The word sent shivers down my spine. Where did I hear it before? The woman, went back out the door, then came back in dragging a table on wheels with her, sharp objects were on it.

She grabbed a kitchen knife, then came up to me.

"For your God." She snarled, then something was cutting my forehead.

"OW!" I screamed "Stop! STOP IT! PLEASE MAMA! MAMA! GRACIELA! CLYDE!?" I screamed hoping someone would come through the door, or maybe this was just a dream.

"Yeah, keep screaming!" The demon woman yelled.

She pulled away, then, used the knife to cut the right shoulder sleeve of my shirt. Then started to cut it. Long lines, they weren't deep, but they really hurt. I kept crying and screaming, trying to move, to get away. Nothing. I couldn't move still.

I wanted to get away, I kept looking at the woman, begging her to let me go, soon finding out it was pointless.

After she was done with my shoulder, she went to my left rant leg, cutting the overall she started to cut my leg.

After a few minutes, I began to feel dizzy.

"Aw," she pouted "Not getting tired already are you?" She giggled "I thought you were going to be more of a challenge, especially with your angel." She paused for a moment bitting her blood red lips,

"Call him."

I gave her a confused look. She grabbed a lemon from the table, cut it open, and pressed it to my shoulder. I screamed.

"CALL HIM!" She screamed in my ear.

"WHO?!" I yelled,

"You have more control." A voice echoed in my head "I'm always with you sweetie, but I need you to not be afraid of the powers, we share. I'll explain more later. Do you give me press ion."
The red haired woman took the knife and scratched my eye,

"I do." I cried out. If I could tell you all the pain I felt I would, but I can't.

The pain the woman caused on me. I heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, I looked at the woman, my eye no longer hurting as much. She turned around, fear across her face as she disappeared. I fell to the grown.

"Hey," The man said softly "It's oaky, it's okay." He picked me up.

I struggled in his grip crying. 

"Easy kid, I'm not going to hurt you. My names Bobby, I'm gonna get you home."

Suddenly, I looked at the man, and felt safe, he had a round face, a brown beard, brown eyes, and I wasn't scared, I stopped crying for a moment only sniffling.

"I'm Mary." I said being to cry again.

"Please don't hurt me. Please. I want my mama." I cried harder, hiccuping. The man held me closer to him, we left the building, going to his truck, I fell asleep hearing the motor.