Bre glanced at the needle, suddenly unsure. She searched for her fear of needles, normally it would have rose to the surface on its own.<br/>She grabbed Helkiors hand with her right hand and hesitantly reached her left toward the parchment and needle.<br/>"Ah, but you haven't proposed yet." She smirked, closing her fingers over the needle. She bit her lip as she wrote her name. Brianna Zypher Damon. She held Helk's gaze for a second before her vision went black and she fell back on the bed. Her back arched, limbs locked as if she was seizing.<br/>She bit back a scream, searching for a handhold on the sheets. Her mind was being torn to pieces, her scar burned and grew hot to the touch, turning black.<br/>The pain seemed endless. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "This is going to be more than fifteen seconds. Help me please." She muttered, reaching a hand out toward him. "Death isn't happy. He doesn't want anyone else to have me since I cheated him." She fought through the black threatening her mind.<br/>Thoughts of Helkior helped the pain in her skull. "Help me." She said one last time before the black took hold and she fell silent again.