As her friends back was turned to the broken mirror pain erupted in her ear. She was unable to scream because of the curse. Sewing needles flew out of the darkness towards her. She swatted at them as if they were bees making her hands bleed. They swarmed like flies and dodged her flailing arms, they had specific targets. Sharp pain jabbed up her fingernails. Several shot into her ears, and she watched as more sunk into her eyes. She lost balance and fell with live needles torturing her. They began to attack her wrists. She tried to shake them off but grew weaker as blood ran around the needles. They dug deeper encouraging the blood flow. Eventually she couldn't move, she laid still as the needles had their fun.