Aria crafted a serrated spoon which started to speak to her. Her mind got fuzzy and even went to a blur. The spoon guided her hand like a devilish chauffeur right into her stomach. As she started to scoop up skin, her happiness went to a plummet. Once she broke the layers, the spoon wanted to scoop up her organs, but Aria didn't want to sit docile and lay dormant. She broke free of the spell and threw it on the floor and stomped on it as anger poured. But one by one in the darkness, the spoons on the shelf moved, not happy that their newly crafted leader had been removed. They started to hop and the spoons on all shelves fell from the top. Aria heard nothing but various clicks in the dark. It was time for the spoons to then make their mark. The first stabbed through her foot as Aria harked. The spoons hopped faster to the blood like a hungry shark. The next one came and with its handle stabbed her through her birthmark. She kept screaming until one of the spoons went through her neck. They opened her pores, spinning and digging. Her body wrecked.