Mirrors
It is very odd that I of all people –the ugliest of God's creatures, if I am even one of them- would have a fascination with mirrors. I could understand a vain but beautiful young woman or man looking over their features, fussing over every small flaw. But myself? It's preposterous. Chuckling, I sat down on a luxurious sofa provided to me by the royal family. It's strange that I am the only thing that I can not figure out.
Reaching across to the table in front of me, I picked up a tiny hand mirror, much like the one my mother owned. Looking into it, I saw a black mask and deep yellow eyes. It is a good thing mirrors only show what is on the surface of things and not below the first level… I don't think I could bear to look into it if it showed anything else.
Ever since I was a small child, mirrors have fascinated me. It started when I turned five, and my mother showed one to me for the first time. Before then, I hadn't even known they existed. After me believing I saw a monster in the mirror (only to find out later that I was the monster) and therefore shattering it, I needed to know how they worked. I needed to sate my intense lust for learning.
Now, I have been ordered to make a torture chamber for the Sultana. And, I intend on making it my own way… with mirrors. Yes, I already have the plans drawn out in my head. The torture chamber will be a round room full of mirrors, which includes the floor and ceiling, of course. The poor victim placed inside will not know which way is which, nor what is reality or fantasy by the time my torture chamber is through with him.
Of course, I am still in the early stages of the design. I have yet to find how to make them kill themselves yet, but I believe I'll be adding the infamous Punjab lasso somehow… Yes, have them hang themselves, that's perfect…
The End.