Sarah meet a prince named Mark. They soon

Sarah meet a prince named Mark. They soon after were in love with each other. One night the prince looked into her eyes and realized that she looked beautiful in the moonlight. He

built an elaborate network of mirrors to concentrate moonlight onto one spot. Then he tied Sarah to that spot. "Now I'll never dump you for being ugly," Mark

Summers grinned. Sarah struggled against the red rope licorice but couldn't break free. "I thought you spelled Mark with a 'C'?" Trying to distract him from torturing her.

"C, as in candy?" "No, sweets, it's with a K. As in, kindly keep quiet." Summer & Sarah sagged against the licorice ropes resignedly. Mark tossed Red Hots at them while

by the guy in the corner who was tugging at his pants frantically while his eyeballs rotated uncontrollably in opposite directions. Summer and Sarah darted for the door when

Summer slid to a halt and gasped, "Sarah...its happening!" "Oh no! Please, not yet!" Sarah said with dismay. And sure enough, Summer put her hands to her stomach and

ripped out her intestines to tie her friend off with. It wasn't the best option, tie off with your own intestines to shoot something with a dirty needle, but it would do in a pinch

. Digestion is highly overrated, she thought dreamily, holding her friend's hand. A light. A lightness. The sudden scent of gardinias. Voices fading. "Are you

sure that the pope is the one who poisoned me?" "Yes." In her last dying breaths, she placed a hex on the pope. Two years later, said pope died from a bear attack. It was sad.