Part Eight: Fake Loyalty

I open the closet and feel a shiver running up my spine. Coldness constricts my heart as I coil my fingers around the porcelain mask and bring it to my face.

I've learned to ignore the burning sensation on my arm after the initial shock of being called wears off.

Hastily making my way to the castle gates, I prepare myself for another long night demonstrating my unwavering devotion to the worst mad-man ever created.

I arrive in an instant and take my place in the circle.

I bow.

I play my part, say my lines.

The act has begun.

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Some of this doesn't flow as well as I would like but some of it does so I guess it balances out.

I really do love this story and I'm so glad all of you do too. –grin-

Until next time!