Marry has another of her soul-shattering dreams that night. It was the price she had to pay though. At the moment, she was in a land littered with decaying corpses. The sky was blood red and she was chained to a cross. The abnormally sharp metal links cut deep into her flesh and caused her wooded bind to soon be soaked with her blood. Before her stood Evangeline, holding a long and intimidating black barbed whip.<br/><br/>"Remind me again," said Marry. "Why must I go through this every night?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"The contract binds me to you,"</span>Evangeline said.<span style="font-style: italic">"So that you may use my power. But every ounce of pain you inflict on others using me or my power, must be paid... with interest."</span><br/><br/>"So I will feel the pain of death?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"No,"</span>Said Evangeline, tightening the whip in her hands.<span style="font-style: italic">"That would kill you. It must be given in smaller, more spaced out doses. But I will inflict as much pain on you as I can without causing your death."</span><br/><br/>"You're more like a demon than a ghost," Marry said, smiling ruefully.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"And you are far more demonic than any human has the right to be."</span>And with that, Evangeline pulled back on the whip and lashed out. Creating long thin lines across Marry's unclothed body, that soon fountained blood. First in a desperate spurt, then in a lazy and sorrowful drool.<br/><br/>The young, dark-haired girl gasped and gritted her teeth at the pain, but didn't cry out. This torturous activity continued throughout the night.