When he looks in the
mirror I cannot see his face.
Let me rephrase that.
I cannot see his real
face.
When he looks in the
mirror I see him the way he sees himself.
His face is stark white,
two small horns jutting from his forehead.
His eyes are a vibrant
red, and his teeth are stubby fangs.
He is a monster, and he
knows it.
Today, while he stares at
himself, he begins to talk to me.
“You think you can fish
around in there, and there won’t be consequences? I may not be able to hurt
you, not yet, but I can make other suffer.”
Drool drips from his
white, cracked lips.
“I was going to go easy
on her, but now… now I’m angry. Just know that everything that happens from
here on out is your fault.”
I know he isn't bluffing.
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