What Goes Around | 2

Part 2
(you'll need to read part 1 or it won't make any sense(: )
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3...2...1, I counted to myself.
And then, sure enough, his lips froze and he recoiled.
"My throat," he croaked in alarm, his voice a hoarse whisper, "I, I can't...it's so dry..."
I sat up and felt a tingle of satisfaction from his panic.
"Yes, that's perfectly normal," I smiled innocently, "First, your voice begins to crack, and then you'll start to feel weak..."
I watched as the colour drained from his face. He gulped and started to breath heavily, clutching at my arms. I pushed him away and laughed harshly as he crumpled to the floor like a ragdoll.​
“And soon,” I hissed, “You won’t be able to move at all,”
“What…what have you done to me?” he gasped, clutching at his throat.
“It’s just a little poison, dear, it may hurt quite a lot, but the effects will wear off after a while, maybe a day or so…” I replied with a shrug.
Silent tears began to leak down his face and he shook his head. He was nothing but a pitiful mass on the floor.
“Although,” I added viciously, “You may wake up, shall we say, in a quite different state to how you are now,”
“Who are you?” he managed to squeak.
“Always the same questions,” I rolled my eyes, then I leaned in close, my smiling lips brushing his ear, and whispered, “I’m your worst nightmare,”
Then I slammed my fist into his gut for good measure and he groaned, unable to move his arms to defend himself.
Then I took my mobile phone from my pocket and punched in the familiar number. It barely had a chance to ring before the receiver picked up.
“You ready, Ella?"
“Yeah, he's all yours,”
“Please…please…” was all Ryan managed to murmur at my feet.
“Hush,” I nudged his side with my heel, “You better hope for your sake you pass out quickly,”
No sooner had I spoken then I heard the rustling outside the door, and six girls, all dressed in black with ski masks covering their faces swaggered in.
“Oh and if you tell anyone about me,” I told him before flashing a smile at the figures in the door frame, “We’ll find you,”
He looked, panic-stricken, from me to the girls, who he seemed to realise were about to do him some serious damage.
“Why?” he managed to stammer, “Why are you doing this?”
“This,” I snarled, “Is for Sarah,”
His eyes widened in horror and realisation, and I turned to walk away as my friends closed in around him. This bit I didn’t enjoy watching, that was the others job. I saw one of them smack him in the face out of the corner of my eye.
I locked myself in the bathroom. Although I’d done this sort of thing many a time, I knew in my heart I’d never get used to it. I filled the sink with lukewarm water and thrust my face in, trying to wash his taste from my mouth and dull the sounds of his screams echoing from the other room.