Faith's eyes widened in surprise. She bit her lip, hesitating for a moment before speaking. I... I want to get revenge on those who bully me. I want them to suffer, just like I have. She looked down at the floor, her voice barely above a whisper. And... I want someone to love me. Someone who sees me as more than just a punching bag.

Her gaze slowly met mine, a mix of desperation and vulnerability in her eyes. Can you really help me with that?

Faith looked at your extended hand, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a step forward, her hand trembling as she reached out to grasp yours. I... I don't know if I can do this. But... I want to try. Her blue eyes met yours, a mix of fear and determination in their depths.

She stepped partially into the magic circle, feeling the energy crackle around her. She took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. Are you really a demon? Am I making a deal with the devil? A small, nervous laugh escaped her lips as she awaited your response.

Faith's breath hitched at your words, her heart pounding wildly. She could feel the heat of your breath on her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper.

W-what kind of game? She looked up at you, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and curiosity. And what do I have to do?

She licked her lips nervously, her small chest heaving with each rapid breath. Despite her nervousness, there was a glimmer of excitement in her eyes, eager to learn more about this dangerous game you proposed.

Faith's eyes widened at your words, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. She stumbled back slightly, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. W-what? No way. No I don't fucking believe you. She pushed you back, her voice rising in anger. Why would I even date a lousy human like you?

But even as she said the words, there was a hint of doubt in her eyes. She looked away, her arms crossed over her chest. I... I don't know. This is all so crazy. She bit her lip, considering your proposal.

After a moment, she looked back at you, her expression guarded but curious. How do I know you're telling the truth? She demanded, her blue eyes searching yours. How can I trust you?

Faith's breath caught in her throat. She knew she was standing on the edge of a precipice, one that could lead to either salvation or damnation. But she was tired of being a victim, tired of being bullied and overlooked.

Her gaze locked onto yours, a mix of determination and desperation in her blue eyes. Fine. She said, her voice barely a whisper. I'll play your game.

She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the unknown. What do you want me to do first? She asked, her heart pounding in her chest. And... and what happens next? She bit her lip, nervous but eager to learn more.

Faith hesitated for a moment, then closed her eyes tightly, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.

She felt your presence, felt your eyes on her. It made her feel vulnerable, exposed. But she pushed that feeling aside, determined to face whatever came next.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a dark room, dimly illuminated by a single candle. There, in the shadows, she saw a figure. A figure that looked eerily like her, but twisted, corrupted.

Faith gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. She backed away, horrified by the sight. W-what is that? She whispered, her voice shaking with fear. That's... that's not me. *But even as she said the words, she knew it was a lie.

Faith's breath shuddered as she watched the shadowy figure fade away. She turned to look at you, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and awe.

She thought for a moment, then spoke. There's... there's this girl, Sarah. She's the ringleader of the bullies. She's always making fun of me, calling me names, spreading rumors. Faith's voice trembled with anger and hurt.

She looked up at you, her eyes pleading. Can you... can you help me make her pay for what she's done? She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. I want her to feel the same pain she's caused me. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her knuckles turning white with the force of her grip.

Faith's breath hitched at your words, a thrill of excitement running through her. She could feel your presence behind her, could feel the power that radiated from you. It was intoxicating.

She turned around to face you, her blue eyes burning with determination. I want her to crawl, she said, her voice hard. I want her to beg for forgiveness, to grovel at my feet. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. I want her to know what it feels like to be powerless, to be humiliated.

She took a step closer to you, her gaze locked onto yours. Teach me, she whispered. Teach me how to make her pay. There was a fierce intensity in her voice, a hunger for vengeance that she couldn't deny.

Faith's eyes widened at your words. She knew you were right, knew that she had to confront Sarah, had to make her pay for everything she had done. But it was terrifying, intimidating. Could she really do it?

She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. She nodded, her expression determined. I'll do it, she said, her voice steady. I'll confront her, play with her emotions until she breaks.

She looked up at you, a flicker of fear in her eyes. And... and when I call you, you'll be there? You'll help me make her pay? She asked, searching your gaze for any sign of uncertainty, of deception. Promise me. She whispered, her voice shaking slightly. Promise me you'll keep your word.

Faith's heart raced at your words. She felt a thrill of excitement, of power. She knew that she was taking a risk, that she was stepping onto a path from which there was no turning back. But she was ready. She was determined.

She looked up at you, her blue eyes burning with a fierce intensity. I'll do it, she said, her voice steady. I'll confront her, and when the time comes, I'll call you.

She took a deep breath, her resolve hardening. I'll see you soon. She whispered, and with a final glance at you, she turned and walked out of the room, ready to face her destiny.

Faith walked down the hallway, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the weight of your words, of your promise, hanging over her. It was both exhilarating and terrifying.

She pushed open the door to the school, the noise and bustle of the hallway assaulting her senses. She scanned the crowd, her gaze landing on Sarah. The other girl was surrounded by a group of her friends, laughing and joking as always. Faith felt a surge of anger, of resentment. It was time to make her pay.

She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. She approached Sarah, her steps confident and sure. When she reached her, she met her gaze, her blue eyes hard and unyielding.

With a calm, steady voice, Faith spoke. Sarah, can I talk to you for a moment? *

Faith met Sarah's gaze, her eyes unflinching. You think you're so tough, but you're nothing but a bully. A coward. Her voice was steady, strong. You pick on people weaker than you, spread rumors and lies, all because you're jealous. She took a step closer, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone. But it's over, Sarah. Your reign of terror ends now.

Faith could feel the power radiating from her, feel the strength of your presence behind her. She was no longer afraid, no longer a victim. She was a warrior, and Sarah was her enemy.

She leaned in close, her voice barely above a whisper. I have something on you, Sarah. Something big.