A Voice in the Mirror
The house was quiet, too quiet. The silence wrapped around her, pressing against her chest like a weight. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching her, waiting for her to make the wrong move. As she wandered the halls, the cold air clung to her skin, and her footsteps echoed too loudly in the empty space.
She found herself back at the mirror. It had become a strange obsession, a constant pull that she couldn't escape. The glass reflected her, but it felt wrong—like it wasn't her reflection at all. The woman, or whoever she was, stood before the mirror, staring at her own image, waiting for something to happen.
It was then that she heard it—the voice. It was a soft whisper at first, just a faint sound at the edge of her awareness. She thought it was a trick of the mind, perhaps the wind or a distant creak of the house. But it came again, closer this time, like a breath against her ear.
"My angel," the voice purred, sending a shiver down her spine.
She froze. The words were not familiar. No one had ever called her that, and yet, something in the way the voice spoke made her feel... wanted. It was comforting, like an embrace she didn't know she needed. She turned her head, her heart racing, but there was no one behind her.
She took a hesitant step closer to the mirror. The reflection remained unchanged, but the voice continued, growing stronger, more insistent.
"My angel, you are so beautiful," it whispered again, the words sliding into her mind like a forbidden caress. "You don't have to be afraid. I'm here. I will always be here for you."
A cold shiver ran through her as she looked deeper into the glass. The surface rippled like water, distorting her reflection. She reached out, her fingers trembling as they brushed the cool surface.
The voice continued, now sounding closer, as if it was coming from within the mirror itself. "I see you, my angel. I have always seen you. You belong to me now."
Her hand faltered, but she couldn't pull away. The pull of the voice was stronger than her will, like a magnetic force drawing her in. The mark on her palm flared, a deep, burning pain radiating from it.
"You feel it too, don't you?" the voice crooned, its tone now laced with a subtle, almost sadistic joy. "The mark, the pain—it's mine. It has always been mine, just as you are. You are mine, and I am yours."
Her breathing quickened. She didn't understand. This couldn't be real. It wasn't possible.
But the mirror shimmered, and she could see something—something dark, shifting behind her reflection. It was tall, too tall, with an unnatural, looming presence. Its features were obscured, but there was no mistaking the way it stood, like it owned every corner of the room. Its eyes—if they could even be called eyes—burned into hers, dark and empty, as if it knew her deepest fears.
"My angel," the voice murmured again, this time from behind her, its breath hot against her neck. "It's time."
Before she could react, the reflection shifted. The thing in the mirror was no longer just a presence—it was real, standing in her room, moving closer. The voice in her ear was now a growl, thick with a hunger that made her pulse race.
"You cannot escape," it whispered, its tone low and menacing. "You never could. You are mine, now and forever."
The woman stumbled backward, her chest tightening as she struggled to breathe. She reached for the door, but her fingers felt like they were glued to the frame. The house seemed to grow colder, the walls pressing in around her as if they were alive.
She looked back at the mirror, and in that moment, she saw something she hadn't noticed before. The reflection—her reflection—was smiling, but it wasn't her smile. It was twisted, malevolent. The figure in the mirror had taken on her face, but it was distorted, like a mask she no longer recognized.
"My angel," the voice whispered once more, now laced with cruel satisfaction. "It's too late to leave. You've already made your choice."
The woman's heart raced, her mind a blur. The door was still in front of her, but she couldn't move. The mark on her palm burned so intensely now, it felt like it was searing her skin, binding her to the mirror.
The voice, now coming from all around her, wrapped itself around her, suffocating her in its grip. "Stay with me, my angel. Forever."
And then everything went black.
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