Silence
You wish to be me?
She stared in mute horror at the twisted image of herself, disgusted and yet fascinated.
Why do you deny me? Yourself?
She closed her eyes, but still the image was there, burned into her like a brand, its honeyed voice a close companion in her madness.
Our desires are not so different…
What did she desire?
The sensation, the rapture. Freedom from this tedious life. Take it!
Her eyes flew open, but the vision remained. It smiled wickedly at her, its eyes filled with dark promises. Her breath caught as her imagination went wild.