Sarah's eyes widened at the sight of the tiny, winged woman before her, only a couple inches away from her face. Now that she was closer she noticed a few things she hadn't noticed before. Her ears were pointed, her eyes were a light purple and had an almost perfect hourglass figure.
"Wh...what...are...?" Sarah stammered.
"What am I? I thought that was obvious, I'm a Pixie." She answered as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
"Bu...but...Pixies aren't real!" Sarah stammered, the Pixie froze, her hand shooting to her bosom, she began to fall and landed on the silk sheets.
'Oh my god...I think I just killed her.' Sarah mentally gasped as she paled, unable to stop herself she lowered her face, closer to the Pixie, her heart pounding out of fear that she had killed something. She nearly jumped out of her skin when the diminutive Pixie's eyes snapped open and she started laughing like crazy, Sarah's pulled back with incredible speed, her heart beating faster than ever.
"Man that never gets old." The Pixie laughed as she wiped a tear from her eye and flew back up, stopping a few feet above the sheets.
"B...but..." Sarah stammered.
"Oh come on, honestly ever since Peter Pan everyone believes if you say you don't believe in me I'd die and remember they were fairies, I'm a Pixie and that whole 'I don't believe thing' is a bunch of bull anyway." The Pixie stated as she put her hands on her hips and leaned lightly forward.
Sarah's eyes widened as her mind finally processed what the redheaded Pixie had said to her when she'd woken up in that bed.
"Hold on, you said that...I'm..." She found herself unable to finish her own sentence.
"Hell? Yep, you died and now you've being sent to Hell." The Pixie stated.
"What?! But how can I be in Hell...I never did anything bad." Sarah argued, her eyes widening as memories of how she died resurfaced, her knees came up to her chest as she curled up and in on herself.
"Guess you remember how you died, sorry." The Pixie said softly.
"I...I was...raped...and..." She drifted off.
"It's best not to dwell on your death, it's psychologically damaging." The redhead said, her tone almost motherly as she flew over to Sarah and landed upon her knees, still hidden beneath the silk sheets.
"Why am I here?" Sarah asked, not wanting to talk about how she came to be there.
"I don't know, Mistress just told us we'd be getting a new arrival today, we watched how you died through a visual portal...only she knows how any of us came to be here but more than not it's because we made a deal with, sometimes we didn't even know it." The redhead explained.