You sat on your bed feeling bruised and sore from when you fought off the crazed ladies who took you apart. You had been in your room for the past hour now trying to hide from them but you didn't know if they'd come back to claim you as their prize or be content with having the guillotine to themselves. "We should've stopped them from reassembling themselves," You say out loud. It was good in theory but at the time you panicked and there were too many of them to stop. You hoped Sarah was alright, she had warned you to flee and her friends might choose to punish her for that. You knew your family could be home at any moment and you had tried to call them to warn them about the crazy ladies in your garage but you remembered you had your phone on you when your clothes were stripped away and you hadn't had time to grab anything when you fled.
While you were sitting on your bed, brooding, you heard a knock at the door and you instinctively went to open the door but hesitated as it might've been a trap. "Who is it?" You asked cautiously.
"It's Emily," you heard your sister say in a desperate voice. "Please open the door," she begged.
She was scared and confused and you knew immediately that Sarah's friends must've gotten to your family. Still you couldn't risk opening the door to a possible ambush, even if your sister did need your help. "Is there anyone with you?" You asked hoping you sister wouldn't lie to you in a situation like this.
"They left a few minutes ago, as they drove off they told me you had ran to your room," Emily informed you.
You trusted your sister so you walked over to the door and unlocked it. You opened to see a distraught Emily looking at you and you went to hug her for comfort when you noticed something different about her body, she was now pregnant, no that wasn't right, she had your mother's body from the neck down. You took a step back to see if they had done anything else to her and noticed she now had feet instead of hands.
"What happened? Where's mum? Whose feet are they?" You asked in shock unable to process your sister's form.
"Mum, dad and I came home to find 12 women in the garage chopping up Sarah with a guillotine, before we knew what was happening they grabbed us and dragged us over to the guillotine as well. Dad was cut int pieces while mum and I were held back then they cut off mum's hands and replaced them with Sarah's feet before they cut off her head then they dragged me over and cut off my head placing me on mum's body. After that they grabbed our dog and cut off her head placing mum's body on the dog. They then taunted and teased us by having mum do doggy tricks and play fetch with dad's.... privates before they tied her up in the backyard and left with my body, dad and Sarah." Emily explained crying as she hugged you for support. "Now I'm hungry and need to go to the toilet but I can't do a damn thing with these feet for hands."
"It's okay," you reassure her. "We'll figure this out, I'll find Sarah's friends and return you and mum to normal and get dad back though in the meantime I'll look after you." You promised though the thought of helping Emily go to the toilet and shower with your mother's body wasn't something you were looking forward to, still this was partially your fault for buying the guillotine and you were also the only one able to help your family at the moment.
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