I wake with a jolt. Leaning over me is, the woman in my dreams.
In my past.
Madame Lefote smiles at me.
"Beware Greeks bearing gifts they say," She smiles at me, "So we were wary of the parcel that was dropped off. But, make the best of a bad situation. We've removed your tracker by the way."
The throbbing in my arm proves her to be correct.
"So, May," She smiles and continues, "I presume you know about the soul machine. If you don't do not bother, we will proceed anyway. So, May, do you know pain? You may think you do? What is the most painful thing that has happened to you? Breaking your leg, or an arm maybe? No, the Sould extractor takes the feelings from here," She tapped her heart, and smiled, "And I have been told it will be excruciating. So, will you scream, or moan? I prefer the ones that beg the best."
"Your insane," I whisper, "I'm fourteen, and you... You are..."
She smiles, "Trying to get moral ground I see? Shocked? Your pale face gives you away my dear. So, you have a date, with the soul extractor."
I turn away from her, but she grabs my cheeks and forces me to look at her, "Oh dear, scared, sad? After just ten minutes of agony, you won't have that any more my dear. Just your skin and brain." She smiles and winks, "Say goodbye to love May Gardener, the Soul extractor awaits!"