"Do you know how much trouble you bitches gave me? After that fight at the school, I had to cancel meetings to deal with your crap."

"My mother will sue the fuck out of you! Both of you cunts!""

Gweneth stepped forward. Her hand pulled back and she slapped Betty hard, the sound ringing out in the basement as the blond's head snapped back, cracking against the concrete.

Betty's cries paused as she stared in dazed shock. It cleared after a few moments, but when it faded, there was only despair behind the purple contacts.

"Sonja, we have to talk." Gweneth snapped her hand out, grabbed Sonja, and practically dragged her down the hall.

Sonja gave the girls one last last before letting herself be pulled into her workshop.

Her mother spun her around and sat her down on the guillotine bench, glaring at her with a strange intensity. "What the fucking hell do you think you are doing!?"

"Well, I---"

"You didn't think, did you!? You are a stupid fucking cunt, aren't you?"

Her mother's voice rang out through the workshop. "You are so fucking stupid! Do you think they aren't going to track you down? Were you planning on ruining your whole entire life, just to get revenge on a stupid bitch who got you kicked out of school!?"

Sonja saw her mother swinging again and flinched. She avoided the brunt of the slap, but pain still blossomed across her cheek from the impact. She clutched her jaw and glared up at her mother.

Gweneth took a deep breath and held out her hands. "Now... I want you to let those girls go and you and me are going to take a little ride."

Sonja felt an anger rising up inside her. "Like hell I will."

Her mother loomed over her, her breasts almost blocking out the light. "This is neither the time or place for you to question me, girl. Let those girls go and you suffer the consequences of your actions. I'm sure their faces are already all over the news and it's only a matter of time before someone noticed them here."

"They hurt Meris."

Her mother stepped back, her jaw cracking as she clamped her mouth shut. She raised her hand to slap, but then lowered it. "I refuse to be dragged down with your fucking stupid tricks. You can screw up your life, but I won't let you do it in my house."

Sonja stood up, anger raging. "I---"

"I will not be part of this! I will not be dragged to prison because you can't control yourself! There is a time and place for everything and kidnapping a stupid bitch is never the right thing to do!"

Her scream echoed against the walls, echoing back against Sonja's ears painfully. Even as she prayed that Meris would not wake up, she realized that something was going to snap. She drew on her fury toward Betty and snapped back. "Listen! I know what I'm doing and I covered my tracks---"

Her body froze in mid-word. Her mother's clothes fluttered violently and she felt a wall of heat slam into her. It sapped at her strength, pulling her down. Almost instantly, it was hard to breath as the air around both of them wavered from the temperature.

A strand of her mother's hair flared up and a wisp of smoke rose from it.

Sonja's vision blurred and she saw her mother's form superimpose itself with the female ghost who tortured her. She had seen her face in most of her nightmares and she knew what was in store for her.

Tears dripped from Sonja's cheeks as she tried to fight the weakness, but her body refused to move. She fought violently, more in her mind than in her unresponsive body. She strained against the heat, but her body collapsed underneath her. The ground slammed against her body as she slumped down, the sound of her mother's laughter mixing in with the ghost's own chuckle.

"You just didn't get the hint, did you?"

Sonja whimpered, unable to even look up. Sweat poured down her face, breasts, and thighs to splash on the sawdust-covered ground.

"I tried to warn you. I gave you dreams of what was fate for you." Her mother's voice blurred with the ghosts. "I even gave you your mother to fuck, to give you something to get you off whenever you want. Money? I gave you presents, a car, everything."

Gweneth walked over, her bare feet coming into Sonja's view as Sonja struggled to move. More sweat ran down her face, the salt burning her eyes.

"But you couldn't listen. Like one of those fucking muffins, you got off on the idea of being killed and killing, didn't you? It was that Meris cunt, wasn't it? Your own personal spit muffin, begging to be snuffed. I knew it, that was why I was trying to separate you two. But, you couldn't take your own fucking mother as a personal slut. You had to be one of his."

Gweneth knelt down in front of her, but Sonja couldn't see her through the blurred vision and the heat that seared her lungs. "You are remarkably strong-willed though, for a girl in this day and age. Most people who die in their dreams die when their heart gives out. But you, you somehow survived dying in your dreams time after time. Even when I force you to feel every single flare of flame and that spit through your body, you somehow managed to survive."

The ghost's superimposed voice dropped into a bitter register, the annoying clear in the words even through concentration Sonja needed to just bring in a few gulps of cool air into her burning lungs. "I may not be able to kill you in your dreams, Sonja, but I can kill you in this world. And once I finish you, I'll make sure your little slut joins you, along with the four bitches in the back."

Sonja's mind latched on the threat to Meris, the only hope for her. Using it as a wrench, she strained her body to speak out words, the only thing she felt capable of doing. "I-I hope Master Cold takes you!"

"Master... Cold? Is that what you call him? Your 'master?'" She scoffed derisively, "Please, he's a mind-fucker who has you convinced that gutting a bunch of girls is going to save you. But, he can't save you now. He might be good for a bunch of little tricks with ice and cold, but he couldn't possess or manifest even if he tried to."

Sonja whimpered, her throat locking up with the heat that burned inside her. Her hair started to smoke from the ghostly heat, flames of anger instead of wood and coal.

A hand grabbed her hair and pulled her up. She screamed out as the pain exploded in her scalp, but her mother's possessed form was far stronger than possible. Gweneth wore a mask of anger as she dragged Sonja back to the guillotine and threw her on it.

"So, he wanted you to enjoy a little head-cutting, did he? It wasn't good enough for me," the spite rang out with every word, "but it is for you? Well, I'll make sure you enjoy it properly, right before your little slut takes her ride on those gallows."

Sonja whimpered and kicked feebly as her mother's body yanked her forward, pressing her face against the frame of the guillotine. Her body slid along the polished wood, the smell of her efforts no longer a comfort as she helplessly slumped against it.

Her mother chuckled, "Oh... might as well test to see how well you can build."

Heat continued to sap at Sonja's strength. She couldn't do anything but tremble.

Her possessed mother yanked her up enough to force one of Sonja's legs over the bench and then jammed her down.

Sonja's vulva were crushed against the wood. The pain snapped up along her nerves and she gasped from the intensity.

She was helpless as her mother yanked her forward to the blade. Instead of forcing her head into the lunette, Gweneth shoved Sonja forward until her breasts were on top of the crossbar. Her nipples caught on the edge but Gweneth pulled up on her hair until the soft mounds rested completely over the gap between the front and back of the lunette.

The ghost chuckled evilly, "First, we'll test it on those lumps you seem to be so proud of."

She grabbed each of Sonja's hands and forced them to hold the side of the frame.

Sonja sobbed as she fought against the heat that boiled inside her. It kept her from moving but it didn't stop the boiling heat that grew inside her pussy. Her dreams had been filled with scenes such as this and the intensity of reality was overwhelming. She had spent hours sanding and polishing the bench between her legs. She had caressed the very wood that her breasts were now stretched over, poised for the supernaturally sharp blade poised to slash down and cut her. It was only days ago that she had caressed the side of the frame, where her hands were planted now, but then she could move easily and now the heat forced her hands to curl into claws and lock her in place.

"We're going to cut off those pretty little hands and then see how long as you can survived as a tit-less, arm-less cunt."

Sonja tried to call out but her mouth work silently, the heat in her lungs making it impossible to get anything other than a gasp out. She prayed that Meris would wake up to save her, but no noises came from the bedroom.

When Meris didn't come, she cried out for her master, Master Cold, to save her.

The ghost danced her mother's fingers along the release for the blade.

Sonja whimpered and closed her eyes, half afraid to hear the rushing noise and feel the vibrations of the blade coming down. The golden blade ran in her mind's eye as she tried again and again to call out for someone, anyone.

"Time to die, Sonja."

Gweneth yanked on the handle.

The guillotine shook as the blade came rushing down. The fear exploded inside her as did an orgasm in anticipation.

She screamed out as the blade rushed down.

An explosion slammed her back with the force of ten-thousand blows. Her skin burned as the force threw her back, away from the guillotine and onto the floor. Her back crashed into a pile of wood in the corner, at least one nail punching into her skin as she felt the pain redoubling from both sides. The force of the blow knocked the wind out of her seared lungs and she couldn't see.

The impact of the blade hitting the bottom of the guillotine filled the room, vibrating through the floor as it buried itself into the wood below.

Her breasts felt like they were on fire and as she gasped for air, she wished the explosion took her a few seconds earlier, to prevent herself from being cut apart. She grabbed her chest, wanting to stop the flow of blood.

Instead of a gaping wound, she wrapped her hands around the soft mounds of her breasts and hard nipples digging into her palm. With a sob, she cried out and curled up, reflexively protecting her breasts from injury.

Her effort yanked the tail free from her shoulder. She shuddered from the pain but curled herself tighter. Between her legs, she cold feel icy air tickling her pussy, teasing the moisture from her intense, almost overwhelming orgasm.

It took her a moment to realize it was cold that she felt.

Sonja cracked open one eye and stared down at the concrete. It was white and smeared, a few curls of sawdust on the rough surface. Blinking, she stared at it until it came into full focus and she realized that ice had streaked across the surface.

Ice.