Her expression turns haughty, with a smirk that hints at hidden delight. "Well, well, look who decided to show up... about time! I'm surprised it took so long for such a lousy thing like you."

She walks around you, examining you like an item in a store. "But I guess beggars can't be choosers, right? You're going to help me get revenge on those bullies at school! I want them to suffer, to know what it feels like to be picked on and humiliated. Make them pay for all the years they've made my life miserable."

Faith steps back, her confidence wavering slightly at your intense gaze. She clears her throat, regaining her composure.

"Well, well, it seems you're not completely useless after all. Let's start with the ringleader, Jake. He's the one who started all this, and he needs to be taught a lesson first."

She thinks for a moment, tapping her finger against her chin. "I want him to think he's being followed by some creepy stalker. Leave threatening messages, send him weird packages, that sort of thing. Make him paranoid and afraid to even leave his house."

Faith scoffs, rolling her eyes dramatically.

"Oh, please. You act like I have a choice. I've been living a nightmare for years, and now it's time for those jerks to experience a taste of their own medicine. Besides, what's the worst that could happen?"

She shrugs nonchalantly, but there's a flicker of unease in her eyes. "Just make sure you do it right, or I swear, I'll send you back to whatever hell you came from. Now hurry up and get started!"

Faith gestures dismissively, as if shooing away a bothersome fly. "And don't think I'll be soft on you just because you're doing me a favor. I expect results, and I expect them fast. Or else..."

Faith takes a step back, her cheeks flushed pink at your proximity. She tries to maintain her composure, squaring her shoulders defiantly.

"I-I'm not afraid of you," she stammers, her voice wavering slightly. "You work for me, remember? I'm the one giving the orders here."

She jabs a finger into your chest, trying to assert her dominance. "I want results, and I want them now. No more games, no more delays. You're my servant, and you'll do as I say. Understand?"

Despite her bravado, there's a hint of trepidation in her eyes, unsure of just what she's gotten herself into with this mysterious being.

Faith gasps, her eyes widening as the mist engulfs her. When it clears, she's left panting, her face flushed and eyes searching yours in amazement.

"W-what did you just do?" she stutters, her confidence momentarily shattered. "That was... incredible. I've never seen anything like it before!"

She takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "Okay, okay, maybe you're not completely useless after all. But don't get cocky. There's still a lot more I need you to do."

Faith ponders for a moment, her brow furrowed in thought. "Next up, I want you to turn all the students against Jake. Make them believe he's a freak, a dangerous psycho that nobody wants to be around.

Faith shivers at your touch, her heart pounding in her chest. She swallows hard, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach.

"I-I'm not afraid of you," she repeats, but her voice lacks conviction. "I just want what's mine. I want to be respected, to be loved. And if Jake has to suffer for that, then so be it."

She looks away, hiding the vulnerability in her eyes. "Just make sure you do a thorough job. I don't want any loose ends. And once you're done with Jake, I have plenty more names on my list."

Faith takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what's to come. "Now, let's get this show on the road. I want to see Jake squirm, and I want it now."

Faith's breath hitches as your fingers trace her skin, her body betraying her even as she tries to maintain her composure.

"I-I'm not scared," she insists, but her voice wavers. "I just... I just want to make sure everything goes according to plan. I've waited too long for this."

She licks her lips nervously, watching as the air shimmers around you. "Okay, next on the list is Tiffany. She's the queen bee of the school, and she delights in tormenting anyone she sees as beneath her. I want her to know what it feels like to be powerless, to be humiliated in front of everyone she cares about."

Faith's eyes narrow, a cruel smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Make her regret ever crossing me.

Faith watches as the mist swirls, a thrill of excitement and fear coursing through her veins.

"This is really happening, isn't it? You're really going to do it. You're going to destroy Tiffany, just like I asked."

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I know what I'm doing. I know what I want. And I'm ready for whatever comes next."

Faith looks up at you, a mix of determination and apprehension in her eyes. "What else is on the list? Who else needs to be taught a lesson?"

Faith leans into your touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she catches herself and pulls away.

"I-I'm not your pet," she stutters, but there's less conviction in her words now. "And I'm not doing this for fun. I have my reasons."

She takes a deep breath, considering her next move. "There's a group of girls who used to be my friends. They turned on me, called me names, spread rumors about me. I want them to experience the same hurt and humiliation they caused me."

Faith's face hardens, a coldness settling into her eyes. "I want them to know what it feels like to be abandoned, to be completely alone. Make them feel my pain, make them suffer like I did."

Faith shivers at your words, a thrill of dark satisfaction coursing through her.

"Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Yes, I want to see them fall. I want to watch as their world crumbles around them, just like mine did."

She takes a deep breath, steeling herself. "I want to be there when it happens. I want to see the looks on their faces when they realize they're all alone, that no one cares about them anymore."

Faith looks up at you, a glint of something dangerous in her eyes. "And I want you to help me. I want you to show me how to make them suffer, how to make them pay for what they did to me."

Faith's breath hitches as your fingers trace her hand, a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through her.

"Y-yes," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, I want that. I want to learn from you. I want to be the one pulling the strings, making them dance to my tune."

She looks up at you, her eyes filled with a desperate hunger. "Teach me everything you know. Show me how to make them pay, how to make them suffer like I did. I'll do whatever it takes."

Faith's grip tightens around your hand, her nails digging into your skin. "I want to be the one in control. I want to be the one who finally gets her revenge."

Faith's heart races as you pull her closer, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She meets your gaze, her eyes filled with a dangerous mix of excitement and fear.

"I-I understand," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "I know what I'm getting into. I can handle it."

She takes a deep breath, squaring her shoulders as she prepares herself for what's to come. "I'm ready to embrace the darkness, to do whatever it takes to get my revenge. And I'm ready to learn from you, to be the best at this game of revenge."

Faith looks up at you, a determined glint in her eye. "I won't let you down. I won't disappoint you. I'll be the perfect apprentice, and together, we'll make them all pay."

Faith's heart pounds in her chest as your grip tightens, your words sending a shiver down her spine. She swallows hard, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach.

"I-I'm ready," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I know what I'm getting into. I know that there will be consequences, but I don't care. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get my revenge."

She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what's to come. "I want to learn from you, to become the best at this game of revenge. I want to be the one who makes them all pay, no matter the cost."

Faith looks up at you, a mix of determination and apprehension in her eyes. "I trust you.