"You're finally awake. You can see the whole thing yourself now" I said, smirking.
My stepmother groggily opened her eyes and looked around. The sleeping pill had worked, as I had expected it to, and exactly half an hour after I had given her the pill, she was knocked out spread eagle on the floor.
So I'd dragged her to the chair in the corner of my room, and tied her up.
"What- What're you doing?" She stuttered.
"Oh you'll see."
I dragged the full length mirror in my room in front of her.
"See anything in this mirror?" I asked.
"M-My reflection?" She replied.
"No. Look closely."
"I don't know..." She said.
"Well, let me tell you what I see. I see fake. You are the definition of fake. Fake smile, fake accent, fake everything." I said, still calm.
"I- N-no! I'm not... I- why are... I'm not fake!"
"Well, mother. If you are not fake, then we must make sure that you don't turn fake in the future... yes, we must prevent that. I'll help you." I said.
"W-Wha- how?" My stepmother said. I loved the fear in her voice.
"Well, first of all, we must dig your eyes out, because I don't want you to see anything fake. Then cut off your fingers so you don't touch anything fake. Then cut off your tongue so that you don't taste or eat anything fake. Then cut off your nose so you don't breathe anything fake. Then cut off your feet so you don't walk on anything fake. Ooh, and I almost forgot. We must also cut off your ears so you don't hear anything fake"
"No.... N-NO... I..."
"don't you think this is a wonderful idea? I' m sure it will be very productive."
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Falling
Literatura FemininaHave you ever dreamed that you're falling? ------------------------------------------- For Emilia, who has this dream every single night, it's a curse. And she's got one thing in mind. To stop it. Even if it means staining her hands red.
