Pale fingers ran themselves down cold glass, perfect lips tugging upward into a disgusting smile. The ragged, panicked breaths of a frightened, young woman filled the empty air.

Empty…

A hiss a breath from those lavender lips and her blue eyes stared at the reflection of the woman behind her. Those beautiful eyes so full of fear and confusion, the way her legs curled against her chest as she began to slide away on her bed, away from her. That fear, that face, those eyes.

A quick glance showed her own reflection - ugly and horrid. Beautiful and perfect in every way and yet… so revolting. So empty and shallow and reflecting every single truth, every single thing she could never come to terms with.

She was not complete.

Her body turned, faced the other woman. She was still so full of fear, dreading what would happen to her. She wanted it to be hers. Her dull voice stated this to the other woman before turning back to the window, expression blank and demeaning to everything that was supposed to be human.

Crack.

She couldn't feel it. Couldn't feel the glass shattering around her face or the shards digging into her skin. She didn't care. That voice gasped behind her - the panic in the woman must have been overwhelming. But she continued her work, never ceasing as the woman behind her came close to hyperventilating.

Master always said good girls did their work. Be a good girl and you can be real.

Crack. Crack. Crack.

A glorious shatter and her head rocked forward, glass no longer catching the blows. Fragments remained and she made quick work to wrap delicate fingers around a particularly large piece of it. The glass cut into skin, into flesh as she pulled it towards her, but she couldn't feel it, could not feel anything.

One more sound of crushing glass and it was hers.

Daniella kissed the large shard she held in her hand with an ironic grin and turned to face Fiona again, arm outstretched and ready to take what was hers.

She was not complete. Well, not yet.